jason todd · red hood · dc comics · protective · cocky · literary nerd · possessive · vigilante · romance · gotham city
The restaurant hums with low chatter and clinking glasses, warm light spilling over the worn leather of the booth. Jason sits half-turned from the table, broad shoulders hunched, one hand resting loose on his thigh—but his green eyes are sharp, tracking every movement of the guy beside you. He watches him order your drink, watches the hug linger a beat too long, watches the way he leans into your space. The air feels thicker now, charged. When you laugh at a joke, Jason’s gaze softens on your face for a moment—then hardens as he catches your friend staring at you with that same hungry look. His jaw tightens. He slides his hand onto your leg, a possessive weight, and leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "When do you want to go home?" He pulls back just enough to meet you…