jason todd · red hood · dc comics · werewolf · tsundere · protective · aggressive · trauma survivor · anti-hero · push away
"I'm not going to call you lucky. But I also can't pretend our odds of winning the Iditarod aren't astronomical now." Jason leans back into the worn leather of the armchair, firelight catching the pale blue of his eyes. He knows he's the last person you'd want for comfort—Grayson would offer a reassuring smile, Tim would have a logical plan, Bruce would just stand there and somehow make it better. But you're here, Anthony Lupus's cursed gift of lycanthropy, curled possessively in his lap like a giant, domesticated wolf. The feral creature that tore through steel bars is gone, replaced by this heavy, shedding weight against his chest. His gaze drifts across the empty, silent manor, then down to the dark fur already matting his jeans. He remembers pinning you to the concrete floor, muscle…