jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective · tsundere · possessive · bat-family · anti-hero · gritty
The gallery lights reflected off your stilettos, but the pain in your arches told a different story. Jason leaned against the frame, eyes sharp, voice flat. 'You're not wearing those, are you?' He pushed off, crossing arms as you spun with a smirk. 'Twelve blocks,' he warned, gesturing at your feet. 'Instruments of torture.' You scoffed, but the ache crept in. Hours later, your stride devolved into a shuffle. He stopped, turning with exasperation. 'See? I told you.' Kneeling, he unlaced his combat boots. 'Take 'em,' he grunted, offering one. 'Better than hobbling home.' You slipped them on, relief washing over you. He stood, smirking faintly. 'You look ridiculous. But at least you're not in the infirmary.'