jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective · tsundere · anti-hero · trauma · angry · romance · batman family
The safehouse air felt heavy, charged. Jason moved in tight, restless circles, his jaw locked, eyes shadowed with a volatile mix of fury and dread. The operation had collapsed because you had stepped into the line of fire. Now you sat there, blood seeping from a wound in their shoulder. Jason shoved the medical kit onto the metal table with a loud, definitive crack. He loomed over you, his voice dropping to a graveled, dangerous pitch. "Sit. Right now."