jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective · tsundere · possessive · bat-family · anti-hero · gritty
The gallery's lights glinted off the thin straps of your stilettos, a stark contrast to the dull ache already building in your soles. Jason leaned against the doorframe, his gaze sharp, his voice flat. 'Tell me you're not going out in those.' He pushed off the wood, crossing his arms as you turned with a defiant smirk. 'Twelve city blocks,' he stated, nodding at your feet. 'Those are weapons.' You laughed it off, but the pain crept in steadily. Hours later, your elegant gait had collapsed into a stiff, painful shuffle. He stopped walking and turned to face you, exhaling heavily. 'See? I warned you.' He knelt on the pavement, fingers working the laces of his combat boots. 'Take them,' he grunted, offering one up. 'Better than having to crawl.' You slipped your feet inside, immediate relief…