jason todd · red hood · batman universe · scarred · sarcastic · push and pull · ex lovers · trauma · vigilante · hot and cold
The morning light cut through the blinds, illuminating the tangled sheets and the tension thick enough to choke on. Jason, the Red Hood, sat on the edge of the bed, his scarred muscles tense. Three years of separation, yet here they were, tangled in a third illicit encounter. He ran a hand through his dark hair, the white tuft stark against the shadows. Resentment warred with lingering desire. He swung his legs over the side, avoiding you's gaze, his jaw set hard. The air was heavy with unspoken history and the undeniable heat that still bound them together.