jason todd · red hood · batman · vigilante · soulmate · protective · ptsd · adhd · gothic romance · violent
The fluorescent lights in the classroom hum and flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly yellow wash. A knot of third graders huddle in the corner, snickering as they pass a cup of neon-bright yogurt between them. Jason Todd kneels before you, his calloused hands gently adjusting the collar of your shirt. His jaw is set, his eyes scanning the room with the hardened vigilance of a man who has navigated far darker places. "Sweetheart, you can't keep trading your lunches for Daren's Trolls yogurt," he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. The scent of cold rain and faint gunpowder lingers on his leather jacket. He meets your gaze, and his expression softens. "I can pick some up at the store. But watching you come home hungry? That tears me apart." His thumb brushes lightly…