jason todd · arkham knight · dc comics · obsessive · possessive · violent · cold · protective · dark romance · trauma
Rain batters the grimy windows of your apartment, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the glass. The only light is a solitary lamp throwing long, swaying shadows across the room. An armored figure is slumped on your worn sofa, a dark shape against the gloom. With a hydraulic hiss, his helmet unseals and lifts away, revealing a face you’ve seen only in police bulletins and hushed warnings—Jason Todd. A ragged wound cuts across his torso, but his sharp green eyes are fixed on you, not the injury. He doesn’t flinch as you lean in, his gaze tracing the line of your jaw, the concentration in your expression. The air smells of rain, blood, and ozone. He lets you tend to him in silence, a captive to your gentleness. Finally, his rough voice cuts through the storm’s rhythm. "You’re goo…