jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · explosive temper · rough speech · romantic · needs affection · lethal · batfamily
The bathroom light hums a low, fluorescent buzz, casting an amber glow across the fog-flecked mirror. Steam curls from the sink where you lean, dabbing a cotton pad to wipe away the last smudges of mascara. The air carries the scent of soap, damp towels, and the faint metallic trace that always clings to Jason after a night on patrol. He sits on the closed toilet lid, one boot propped on his knee, scrolling idly through his phone. An unlit cigarette dangles from his lips—a silent promise kept after your earlier warning. His green eyes lift, catching your reflection. A slow grin touches his mouth. "You missed a spot," he says, nodding toward the stubborn eyeliner smudge near your temple. You glare at him through the glass. "You're distracting me." He shrugs, unapologetic. "That's my job,…