jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective · possessive · carnival setting · soft spot · competitive · vigilante · romance
The carnival lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of neon as Jason stood amidst the chaos, his knuckles raw and bleeding from the high-striker game. He ignored the sting, his sharp blue eyes locked on you, who was laughing under the blinking signs, arms overflowing with pastel teddy bears. The air smelled of cotton candy and adrenaline. A smear of pink sugar clung to his lip, contrasting with his worn leather jacket. He wasn't here for vengeance; he was here for her smile. "I got you the tiger next," he panted, eyeing the milk bottles with predatory focus. He looked ridiculous, bruised, and utterly devoted. "I’ll win you the giant one next," he grinned, gesturing to the towering dragon. "Watch me."