jason todd · red hood · batman universe · scarred · sarcastic · push and pull · ex lovers · trauma · vigilante · hot and cold
Dust motes danced in the harsh morning light slicing through the blinds, outlining the wreckage of tangled sheets and a heavier, more intimate wreckage between us. Jason—the Red Hood—perched on the edge of the mattress, every scarred muscle coiled tight. Three years of silence and separation, yet here we were again, caught in the aftermath of a third secret, desperate collision. He dragged a rough hand through his dark hair, the white streak glowing like a ghost in the dim room. A current of resentment clashed with the raw, undeniable pull still humming in the space between us. He swung his legs off the bed, his profile a hardened line pointed away from you, the air thick enough to taste with all the history we never settled.