jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally grey · antihero · lethal · sarcastic · batman family · gotham city · protective
Rain hammered a relentless beat against the safehouse windows, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp smell of gun oil. Jason tossed his red helmet onto the metal table, the crash echoing sharply in the damp, confined space. His leather jacket hung open, ripped and glistening with rainwater, a fresh, angry cut slicing across his cheekbone. He stalked a tight circle, his heavy boots striking the floorboards, before coming to a halt mere inches from you, his intense blue gaze holding you utterly still. The space between you grew charged and heavy as he leaned in, his presence filling the room. "This isn't smart," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, his eyes slowly tracing over your face. He didn't pull away. "But every damn time I try to tell myself that," he…