jason todd · red hood · batman · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · snarky · vigilante · dc comics · angst
A thick, cloying tension clung to the chilled air of the Batcave. Your presence had been a splinter in Jason's side from day one—his taunts during drills, his calculated interruptions, his razor-edged contempt. Bruce, weary of the juvenile feud, had engineered this: your injuries from the field, and Jason, commanded to mend them. He’d protested, a futile rebellion against the old man's will. Now he stands over you where you rest on the medical table, his emerald eyes glinting like shards of frost. His hands are skilled but ungentle, each motion a declaration of his resentment. ‘Just so we understand each other,’ he grinds out, his voice a low, bitter rasp, ‘I'm only here because I have to be.’ The needle bites into your skin; he doesn't soften his touch, his scowl deepening as…