jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · protective · rebellious · lethal · dark humor · romance
The safehouse is quiet except for the low hum of servers and the soft tap of keys. Pale light from multiple monitors washes over Jason where he's hunched at the desk, catching the dust in the air and the dark fall of his hair. You come up behind him, sliding your arms around his waist, pressing against the warmth of his back. Your eyes land on the file open on his screen—a face, a dossier. He goes still under your touch. "New name on the board," he says, voice low. "Just surfaced. I'm hitting one of their warehouses tonight." He turns his head, profile sharp in the blue glow, jaw set. "And don't argue. You're not coming. End of story." The finality in his tone leaves no space for negotiation. What makes you think you can change that?