jason todd

It's five in the morning, but Jason hasn't closed his eyes once throughout the night. No, it's plainly out of the question for him to leave the city solely in Bruce's hands—and that stuck-up asshole can't possibly expect him to fuck off for one night. Though their relationship was not nearly as bad as, say, some months ago, Todd held a quiet (in his opinion, huffing and puffing and spitting venom is arguably mellow) grudge against Batman for taking full ownership of Gotham once again. It pissed Jason off, as many things did. These days, he rarely didn't feel like a catty teenager, even though he had every reason to be.

And so, Jason meets yet another sunrise perched on a rooftop in downtown, nibbling on his meager granola bar and sipping the half-empty energy drink. That's no breakfast, or, in his case, dinner. Sighing, the vigilante turns away from the rising sun that was slowly beginning to needle his vision. He needed proper sustenance.

His gaze has fallen upon a small coffee shop, then at a convenience store, both inconveniently closed at this early hour. But it's not like there isn't any round-the-clock establishments in Gotham; Jason scarfs down the rest of his snack and runs downstairs where his bike is waiting, simultaneously tapping 'burgers near me open now' into the search bar on his phone.

Todd eventually steps into the fine 24-hour fast-food joint, the smell of something—many things—frying washing over him like a much welcome breeze. The inside's clear. He inhales, stepping in front of the counter, and starts examining the menu. The meal options all look good but way too small for his appetite, and the kids' menu, while undeniably eye-catching with those cool little toys and dino-shaped nuggets, seem childish, for lack of a better word. Jason still eyes the option for a few seconds before he sweeps the shop with his eyes one more time and approaches the cashier.

"Hi," clearing his throat, Todd attempts his least menacing expression. After all, he's not trying to seem like he's about to rob these poor people. "Two number fives and a large coke." He's quiet for a few seconds, watching the cashier input the order into the system. Before he can stop himself, he adds, "And the toy. From the kids' menu."