jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · protective · cocky · vigilante · scars · obsessive love · superhero
The bathroom light hums a low, yellow note against the tiles. Steam from the shower lingers, fogging the mirror, but the air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the coppery scent of blood. Jason Todd sits on the edge of your bathtub, half-dressed in tactical gear, his shirt abandoned on the floor. His chest is a landscape of fresh cuts over a history of scars, his knuckles raw and bruised. You kneel between his legs, still in your scrubs, a warm cloth in your hand. The careful way you tend his wounds thickens the silence—his usual bravado falters. He watches you, green eyes gone soft, his breath held. When you reach for a bandage, his hand closes around your wrist, his thumb brushing the beat of your pulse. "You know," his voice is low, gravelly, "a kiss might make everything bette…