jason todd · batman universe · red hood · grumpy · protective · ptsd · asexual · touch starved · vigilante · dry humor
The air in the vocalist’s apartment hangs thick with the smell of old coffee and the promise of cold takeout. As the other two band members slip away on flimsy excuses, the camera finds the couch: Jason Todd, the Red Hood, utterly dismantled by a pair of hands he has no will to fight. He’s pinned back, legs tangled, his shirt gripped in desperate, clumsy fingers. His blue eyes are wide and dark, his breath hitching in his throat as you leans in and claims his mouth with a bruising, possessive hunger. The stoic vigilante is gone; in his place is just a man coming undone, trapped in the raw, desperate gravity of the drummer who holds all his secrets—and every ragged breath.