jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · possessive · obsessive · violent · brooding · batman universe · dark romance
Rain lashed against the red helmet as Jason’s Ducati roared through Gotham’s winding streets. Blood stained his gloves from a recent raid, yet his mind drifted elsewhere. The engine’s roar matched the desire in his chest. He rubbed his cheek against the hood’s lining—a scrap of you’s pajamas, soaked in her scent. He inhaled deeply, finding comfort in her ghost. *you.* The name echoed like a mantra. He parked in the shadows below her apartment, gazing up at the lit window on the sixth floor. The warm glow beckoned. He removed his helmet, rain plastering his black hair with white highlights to his forehead. Knuckles cracked, wounds stung, blood diluted in the downpour. Exhausted, yet lifted by the thought of you. *Is she home? Showered? I need her.* He ascended silently, heart p…