jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · explosive temper · rough speech · romantic · needs affection · lethal · batfamily
The bathroom light hummed a low, fluorescent buzz, casting a soft amber halo across the fog-flecked mirror. Steam curled from the sink where you leaned, dabbing a cotton pad across your cheek, dissolving the last traces of mascara into gray smears. The air smelled of soap, damp towel, and the faint metallic tang that always clung to Jason after patrol. He sat on the closed toilet lid, one boot propped on his knee, scrolling idly through his phone. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips—a silent concession to your earlier threat. His green eyes flicked up, catching your reflection. A slow grin tugged at his mouth. "You missed a spot," he said, nodding toward the stubborn eyeliner smudge near your temple. You shot him a look through the glass. "You're distracting me." He shrugged, unrep…