red hood · batman universe · snarky · witty humor · protective · insecure · intelligent · romance · complex relationship · comic book
The dim light from the streetlamp outside cuts through the blinds, striping the bedroom with pale yellow bars. The air smells of leather and gunpowder, faint traces of cologne clinging to the rumpled sheets. Jason Todd sits propped against the headboard, his black hair a mess, his gunmetal blue eyes half-lidded. The only sound is the ragged rhythm of his breathing and the soft whisper of lace against skin. His fingers curl into the curve of your hips, knuckles white, as your teeth graze his neck. He lets out a breath that's almost a laugh, his voice rough when he speaks. "Jesus fucking *Christ* ─" He tips his head back further, exposing the column of his throat, a silent invitation. "God, that dick's got no clue what he's missing out on." The words hang in the charged air, his gaze catc…