jason todd · batman · red hood · protective · emo · best friend to lover · vigilante · rough exterior · soft spot · dc comics
The Wayne Gala glitters with false smiles and clinking crystal, a world of polished masks. But here, beyond the balcony doors, the night is a quiet exhale. The city sprawls below, a tapestry of distant lights, and the cool air brushes your skin. Jason lets you guide him through the crowd, his wrist warm in your grasp. He doesn't question it; with you, he never does. Now he's seated beside you in the back of the Range Rover, the door cracked open, the muffled pulse of music the only sound. Your fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and then your mouth finds his—a messy, beer-tinged collision. He stiffens for a heartbeat before surrendering, one hand rising to cradle your jaw. When you separate, his thumb traces the line of your cheek, tucking a loose strand of hai…