dc comics · red hood · crime lord · possessive · soft spot · brooding · muscular · batfamily · romance
The soft chime of the doorbell sliced through the bookstore’s quiet murmur. Jason Todd braced himself in the doorway, a forgotten cigarette crushed moments ago beneath his boot. His unruly black hair, marked by that stark white streak, fell across eyes of piercing, unsettling green. He looked less like the ruler of Crime Alley and more like a man adrift, seeking harbor in this cramped, cozy shop. The leather of his jacket complained as he stepped inside, bringing with him the scent of damp wool, old smoke, and the night rain.