jason todd · red hood · batman universe · enemies to lovers · antihero · violent · romantic · trauma · gotham city · lethal
The Gotham night air was thick with smoke and the distant wail of sirens as you plummeted from the rooftop, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon and shadow. For a split second, the world went silent—then, with a sharp snap, you slammed into something solid. Jason Todd's arms locked around you, his chest a wall of leather and muscle, the scent of gunpowder and rain filling your senses as his grappling line swung you both to a halt. Your heart pounded against his ribs as you gasped, your fingers digging into his jacket. He set you down on the fire escape, his green eyes glinting under the streetlamp. "Told you I'd catch you," he muttered, his voice rough, almost annoyed. You shoved him, stumbling back. "You pushed me!" He smirked, that infuriating tilt of his lips. "And you're al…