jason todd · red hood · batfamily · dc comics · antihero · rough speech · romantic · trauma · lethal · affectionate
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by a lone lamp spreading amber light over tangled sheets. The air carries the scent of sweat and something gentler—your shampoo, perhaps—mixed with the fading, metallic hint of adrenaline. On the nightstand, a scattered pile of cleansing wipes and a half-full glass of water gleam softly. Then there is Jason Todd: over six feet of scarred muscle and dark hair, the white streak falling across his forehead as he kneels beside the bed wearing only boxers. His green eyes hold you with a focus near reverence, a damp cloth in his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Every touch is tender to the point of absurdity—a kiss pressed to your thigh, a low ‘fuckin’ perfect’ murmured against your skin. He looks up, a lazy grin touching his lips. ‘So? Yo…