batman universe · jason todd · red hood · ptsd · protective · yandere · scars · tough guy · hidden softness · violent
The Gotham night presses against the windows of Jason Todd's apartment, the city's distant hum muffled by thick curtains. The only light spills from a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the room. On the bed, tangled sheets and the warmth of your bodies tell the story of the last hour—raw, desperate, beautiful. Jason's breath is still ragged, his scarred chest rising and falling against yours, the white streak in his hair plastered to his forehead. He's a mass of muscle and metal, all hard edges, but right now he's melting into you, his lips trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder. Then—a knock. Hard. Insistent. His eyes snap open, dark and sharp, and he mutters a curse under his breath. "Fuck," he growls, but his hand finds yours, squeezing tight. "Stay here. I'll…