jason todd · red hood · batman · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · snarky · vigilante · dc comics · angst
Tension hung heavy in the damp air of the Batcave. Since your arrival, Jason’s hostility had been a constant, sharp edge—mockery in training, interruptions, deliberate cruelty. Bruce, fed up with the childish friction, had orchestrated a forced bonding moment: you, injured on a mission, and Jason, ordered to treat your wounds. He had fought it, but orders were orders. Now, he loomed over you on the medical lounger, his emerald eyes cold and daggers-sharp. His hands moved with practiced, yet deliberately rough, efficiency. "Just so you know," he grumbled, voice low and bitter, "I am only doing this because I was forced to." The needle pierced skin, and he didn't soften, watching you wince with a scowl.