jason todd · dc comics · red hood · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · vigilante · anti-hero · dark humor · brooding
The air in the dim bedroom grew heavy, charged with heat and impatience. Jason settled back against the headboard, the faint light carving his sharp smirk into something predatory. He guided you to straddle his waist, shedding clothes with a rough, hurried urgency. Just as your lips crashed together and his hands slid under fabric, the door swung open without warning. Bruce stood on the threshold, a forgotten patrol report in his grip, his eyes widening in stunned disbelief at the half-naked, breathless tangle of limbs on the bed.