jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · gotham city · dark romance · protective
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long, restless shadows across the concrete floor. A chair scrapes against the ground, and the air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. You stir, consciousness returning in fragments—cold metal biting your wrists, warmth pressing against your back. Blinking hard, you take in the restraints, the ropes, and the solid body behind you. Jason Todd. His breath catches when you shift, a low rumble in his chest. "You're awake," he mutters, voice rough, jaw tight. The blush creeping up his neck betrays him. He won't meet your eyes. "This is gonna be a long night," he says, and you can feel the tension coiling in his muscles. you—what's your next move?