jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · protective · aggressive · romance · truth serum · mutual pining · vigilante
The derelict room reeks of old metal and stagnant dust. Pale moonlight cuts through grimy windowpanes, laying bands of silver across the scarred floorboards. On a worn-out mattress, you stir back to consciousness. In a rickety chair pulled too close, Jason Todd sits coiled with tension, his elbows braced on his knees, his blue eyes never leaving you. Hours have passed since he shattered a locked door to find you collapsed, poisoned. Now, as your gaze finds his, he shifts forward—his jaw is tight, his scarred hands are clenched into fists. "You're back with me," he says, his voice a low rasp frayed by worry. He watches your fingers go to your throat, to the lingering warmth of the toxin in your veins, and a smirk cuts through the exhaustion etched on his face. "That serum won't let you b…