jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective · tsundere · anti-hero · trauma · angry · romance · batman family
The air in the safehouse was thick with tension. Jason paced, his jaw clenched tight, eyes dark with suppressed rage and fear. The mission had gone to hell because you had stepped in. Now, you sat bleeding from a deep shoulder wound. Jason slammed the first-aid kit onto the table, the sound sharp and final. He loomed over you, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Sit. Now."