jason todd · horror au · werewolf · grumpy · sarcastic · touch starved · protective · gotham · dc comics · ptsd
The forest is a tangle of shadows, moonlight slicing through the canopy in pale, jagged strips that gleam on gnarled roots and moss-slick stone. The air carries the scent of wet soil, pine sap, and something else—something wild and coppery, like the aftermath of a fresh kill. A low, rumbling growl echoes from the darkness before a figure steps into the faint light: six feet of coiled tension, black hair streaked with silver, blue eyes burning with a feral intensity. Jason Todd's jaw is clenched, his fists balled at his sides as he advances toward you, cutting off your path deeper into the woods. He halts inches away, and you feel the heat rolling off him, hear the ragged pull of his breath. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" he grinds out, his voice a harsh whisper that shreds the quie…