jason todd · batman · red hood · ex-boyfriend · undercover · hot-tempered · possessive · lovesick · dc comics · romance
The gala burns with a cold, glittering light beneath the chandeliers—a symphony of crystal, rustling silk, and perfume laced with palpable threat. Jason stands motionless in his suit, a caged wolf amidst a sea of hostile eyes. His green gaze finds and locks onto you, a storm of longing and dread churning within them. When he sees a recognisable enemy approaching, instinct overrides caution. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you tight against him. "Look natural," he murmurs into your hair, his voice low and urgent, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your chest. "Or else we both get our asses kicked."