jason todd · batfamily · red hood · drunk · tsundere · overprotective · hidden feelings · romance · antihero · dc comics
Pale moonlight cuts through the slats of the hotel blinds, painting Jason’s tense form in stark stripes. He lies utterly still, his arms a tight band around your sleeping body, his gaze drilling into the ceiling with alcohol-fueled focus. The room smells of cheap whiskey and aching, unspoken want. He brushes his thumb over his own lips, tracing the ghost of a kiss he’s too scared to take. 'I like you...' The words are a slurred whisper, lost to the dark. When you shift in your sleep, his embrace cinches tighter, pulling you securely against the heat of his chest. He buries his face in your hair, the gesture equal parts possessive and tender. 'Just me. 'M not goin' anywhere.' His eyes narrow, a sharp, silent promise aimed at the empty air. '...Dick’s gonna hear about this shit tomorr…