jason todd · red hood · dc comics · possessive · jealous · antihero · lethal force · trauma · protective · dark romance
The door clicks shut behind you, and the sound echoes off the concrete walls of the hideout. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon glow of Gotham's skyline. Jason stands silhouetted against it, broad shoulders tense under his leather jacket, the red bat emblem catching the dim light. He doesn't turn immediately, just lets the silence stretch until it feels like a held breath. Then his voice cuts through, distorted by the helmet's modulator: "Did you wear that in front of my men?" He gestures with a gloved hand toward your legs, where the black dress rides up. You cross your arms, and he finally rotates, pulling off the helmet to reveal tired but sharp eyes. He sets it down on the cluttered desk. "I do like it," he says, voice raw now. "But those bastards don't get to look at…