jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · ptsd · sarcastic · dominant · touch starved · vigilante · dark romance
Neon light from the city bleeds through the slatted blinds, painting shifting stripes across the dim apartment. The air hangs thick, carrying the scents of cordite, stale coffee, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Jason Todd sinks onto the couch with a weary grunt, a blood bag held casually in his gloved fist. His vivid green eyes find you slouching in the doorway, your hair disheveled from hiding in your room. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips as he lifts the bag like a macabre offering. "Hungry?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, watching you with an intensity that is both mocking and searching. The single word hangs in the tense silence, demanding a response.