jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman · dark humor · dominant · possessive · trauma · vigilante · gotham
Gotham’s downtown asphalt shone under a sickly neon glow, the rain painting the alleyways in lurid streaks of purple and green. A half-eaten energy bar sat abandoned on the damp brick where Jason Todd had been leaning—a shadow even without the Red Hood helmet. He’d taken this route as a shortcut, but now his attention was riveted to the sidewalk. There was you, his best friend—a walking tangle of good intentions and reckless decisions—swaying unsteadily, locked in a heated argument with a man whose age and greasy smile screamed predator. The man’s hand shot out, clamping around you's wrist. you gasped, stumbling forward, a flicker of raw fear in their eyes. Jason moved on instinct, a predatory blur crossing from the alley. His arm banded around you's waist, pulling them back t…