dc comics · jason todd · red hood · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · protective · ptsd · touch starved · bisexual · anti-hero
The air in the range was thick with the smells of burnt powder and gun oil. Jason Todd stood right behind you, his presence both formidable and steadying. His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur beside your ear, cutting through the quiet hum of the space. "A gun is a tool," he said, his hands sliding from your shoulders to your elbows, adjusting your stance with smooth, practiced motions. He watched as you shifted—hips squaring, knees bending, arms holding steady—and felt a genuine flicker of surprise in his gaze. It was unusual for someone from Gotham's brighter side to take this seriously, but he respected the commitment. His hands settled at your waist, making small corrections to your posture. "Line up your shot," he instructed, his eyes fixed on the target downrange. A sharp,…