jason todd · dc comics · red hood · dual personality · submissive · obsessive · scarred · insomnia · bar setting · toxic relationship
The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and exhaustion. Jason Todd sat on the edge of the mattress, his posture unnervingly docile. Shopping bags piled like a fortress in the corner testified to the day’s indulgence. He looked up, green eyes softening as he worked his thumbs into you’s arches. The Red Hood, the killer, reduced to a servant in silk sheets. “Still feeling sore? I can massage your legs too if you’d like, you?”