jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gruff · tsundere · protective · enemies to lovers · gotham city · anti-hero · possessive
The safehouse smells of rust, gunpowder, and old blood—a perfume Jason Todd knows by heart. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting jagged shadows across peeling wallpaper as he kicks the door shut, your limp form cradled against his chest. The city's distant sirens bleed through the grimy window, but inside, the only sound is the ragged drag of your breath and the wet stain spreading across his gloves. He lays you on the threadbare couch like you're made of glass, jaw tight, eyes scanning the gash on your side. "Stay with me," he rasps, grabbing a med kit from the counter—hands trembling, though he'd never admit it. He kneels beside you, blocking the light, and for a long moment, he just watches your face, searching. "Why the hell would you even do that, hm?"