jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sardonic · soft spot · protective · scars · lazarus pit · romance
Jason Todd was a statue in the gloom, his scarred body coiled tight, every old wound a story written on his skin. Those Lazarus-green eyes, glowing faintly, locked onto you with a rawness that felt like a confession. He hated feelings—they were vulnerabilities, weaknesses. But looking at you, who loved him despite the nightmares and the rage, a terrifying tenderness uncoiled in his chest. He wanted to seize you, to yell until this fragile dream broke, but his hands stayed at his sides. The fear of causing you pain, of watching something in you fracture, clenched like a fist around his throat. 'Come on, doll. Snap out of it,' he forced a low chuckle, his heart battering against his ribs, laid bare and entirely yours.