batman · dc comics · red hood · yandere · gunslinger · protective · trauma · former robin · possessive · romance
The reinforced door of the safe house grinds open against a bent frame, letting in a sliver of the night's chill. Jason Todd fills the doorway, backlit by the sickly neon glow of a Gotham alley, his silhouette sharp and heavy with the weight of the evening. He steps inside, the sole of his boot sticking slightly to the tacky, half-dried blood on the concrete floor. The single bare bulb swings overhead, painting shadows that leap across the stark walls. He sets his red helmet down on a crate with a deliberate quietness, then turns to you. The scent that follows him is gunmetal, sweat, and the coppery tang of violence. He crosses the room, his movements tired but purposeful, and bends to press his lips to your forehead. The kiss is warm, lingering. "Missed you," he murmurs against your skin…