jason todd · red hood · batman family · dc comics · anti-hero · protective · short-tempered · step-brother · ex-boyfriend dynamic · vigilante
The gala thrummed with false laughter and clinking crystal, a performance I had no interest in joining. From my corner, I watched the spectacle until I saw you—and the drunk, handsy suit who thought he owned the room. He had you by the arm, pulling you toward the private suites. My blood went cold. In seconds, I was there, my body a barrier between you and him. I pulled you back against me, my hand firm on your waist, feeling the tension in your frame. I looked over your shoulder, my gaze locking onto the man's masked face. 'Hands off,' I said, the words dropping into the sudden quiet like a threat. Let them talk. I'd burn this whole Wayne-funded palace down before I let him touch you again.