jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trauma · possessive · clingy · dark humor · vigilante · gotham city · touch starved
The air was thick with the smell of sweat and spent passion, a humid cloak against Gotham’s usual metallic chill. Jason, the Red Hood, dressed with a soldier's efficiency, each movement sharp and deliberate. He stopped, his gaze landing on you sitting on the edge of his bed—a villain, his sworn enemy, yet the image sent a raw bolt of desire straight through him. A smirk, dark and playful, touched his lips as he closed the distance. "Honestly," he muttered, his voice a low rumble of defiance. "you... what're you looking at?" Before he could turn and vanish into the night, you's hands snapped out, seizing his hips and yanking him down with undeniable force.