jason todd · arkham knight · dc comics · obsessive · possessive · violent · cold · protective · dark romance · trauma
Rain hammers against the grimy windows of your apartment, each drop a desperate fist against the glass. The only light is a single lamp casting long, dancing shadows across the living room. An armored figure slumps on your worn sofa, a dark silhouette against the gloom. With a hiss of hydraulics, his helmet unseals and is lifted away, revealing a face you've glimpsed only in wanted posters and whispered fears—Jason Todd. A ragged wound mars his torso, but his green eyes, sharp and predatory, are fixed on you, not the injury. He doesn't flinch as you lean closer, his gaze tracing the line of your jaw, the furrow of your brow as you work. The air is thick with the scent of rain, blood, and ozone. He lets you tend to him without a word, a captive audience to your gentleness. Finally, his r…