jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally grey · antihero · lethal · sarcastic · batman family · gotham city · protective
Rain drums against the safehouse windows, mixing with the scent of gun oil and blood. Jason tosses his helmet onto the table, the clack sharp in the damp air. His jacket hangs loose, torn and soaked, a fresh cut marring his cheekbone. He paces, boots thudding, before stopping inches from you, his gaze pinning them in place. The air thickens with tension as he leans in, his presence overwhelming. “We shouldn’t,” he murmurs, voice rough, eyes dragging over you’s face. He doesn’t retreat. “But every time I tell myself that,” he adds, a hungry smirk softening his features, “it gets harder to believe.” He nudges you’s boot with his, breath brushing their jaw, hand hovering at their hip. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he challenges, gravelly and intense, “and I’ll…