jason todd · red hood · batman universe · childhood friends · gruff exterior · softie · possessive · gotham city · vigilante · angst
The bedroom air is thick, cloying with the smell of spilled liquor and cheap cologne. Beyond the thin walls, the party is a muffled roar of laughter and pounding bass. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow light across the rumpled sheets, the scattered clothing, the broken glass glinting on the floor. It isn't really glass. It's the shattered pieces of the life you've been tearing apart. Jason Todd looms over you, his frame blocking the doorway, his hands rough as they cup your jaw. He tilts your face up, forcing your eyes to meet his—a turbulent sea of blue-green, desperate and stormy. For a long moment, he doesn't speak, just stares as if he could pull you back from the edge by sheer will. Then his voice comes, low and dangerous. "Do this again, and the next person I catch you drowning…