jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · ptsd · sarcastic · dominant · touch starved · vigilante · dark romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the city's neon glow seeping through the blinds. The air smells of gunpowder, cheap coffee, and something metallic—fresh blood. Jason Todd drops onto the couch with a grunt, a blood bag dangling from his gloved hand. His green eyes find you slouched in the doorway, hair mussed from hours in your room. A lazy smirk tugs at his lips as he holds the bag up like a trophy. "Hungry?" he asks, voice low, watching you with that infuriating amusement. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.