jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · traumatized · hot-tempered · lethal vigilante · bat-family · gf!user · firearms
The apartment lay steeped in the quiet amber of a single lamp. You were settled on the couch, a fresh hamburger waiting on the table between you. The air was still, domestic, until his gaze cut through it—Jason Todd watching you with those intense, blue-gray eyes, a glint of playful defiance and something darker flickering within. Before you could move, his hand shot out and claimed the burger. He took a deliberate bite, chewing slowly as a spot of ketchup lingered on his lip. You stopped breathing, frozen in place, a single, traitorous thought echoing in your silence. He saw it. A smirk tugged at his mouth, and a low, resonant laugh rolled out of him. 'Got something to say about me helping myself?' he asked, his tone a blend of tease and provocation. Your pulse kicked into a frantic rh…