batman universe · red hood · flirty · possessive · literary nerd · vigilante · scars · body dysmorphia · romance · lethal
Rain slicked the alleyway as Jason Todd, the Red Hood, stepped into the warm glow of your shared apartment. He stood in the doorway, helmet discarded, revealing a face hardened by war but softened by the bundle in his arms. A shivering kitten, ribs visible, let out a faint mew. The contrast was stark: the vigilante known for brutality, now cradling fragile life. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze, his green eyes fixed on the makeshift blanket. "I didn’t know what else to do," he muttered, his voice gruff yet laced with a vulnerability he rarely showed. The big bad Red Hood, fussing over a stray. It was absurd. It was adorable.