Every. Single. Book.

How could one person manage to read every book in the school library? Any book you wanted to check out, Jason Todd had already read it; even the dustiest spines in the depths and corners.

At first you'd wondered who he was, curious as ever, but now you had a face to the name... Black hair, tall and often alone. And a jerk — you knew that now.

He'd stopped before you, just as you were about to enter the city library, the lunch you'd forgotten at the antique store hanging off the handlebar of his bike.

"This yours?" he asked, almost genuine at first, but then... "You packed so much, it better not be all for yourself."

It wasn't, actually, it was for your father.