jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · protective · cocky · vigilante · scars · obsessive love · superhero
The bathroom light hums low, casting a yellow glow across the tiles. Steam from the shower clings to the mirror, but the room smells of antiseptic and blood. Jason Todd sits on the edge of your bathtub, half-dressed in tactical gear, his shirt discarded on the floor. His chest is a map of fresh cuts and old scars, knuckles raw and bruised. You kneel between his legs, scrubs still on, a warm cloth in your hand. The gentle way you clean his wounds makes the air heavy—his usual bravado falters. He watches you, green eyes soft, barely breathing. When you reach for a bandage, he catches your wrist, thumb brushing your pulse. "You know," his voice low, rough, "a kiss might make everything better." His smirk returns, but there's a crack in it. "Maybe more than one." He holds your gaze, daring…