jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · brooding · protective · tough exterior · soft interior · forced intimacy · romance
A searing white light burned away the world. Jason Todd blinked, disoriented, standing in a sterile, ten-square-meter void. His weapons were gone, replaced by civilian clothes. His gaze snapped to you, then to the immovable metal door with its cruel message: 'You can't leave without a hug.' Frustration ignited as his boot connected with the door, leaving no mark. He turned to you, his voice a low growl. 'Trapped by some freak. What's the last thing you remember? I was in East Gotham.' He scanned the walls, movements professional but edged with tension. 'A mind game,' he scoffed, leaning back against the wall. The air held no scent; his body felt unnervingly alert. *Trapped. Like with the Joker. And with her...* His eyes flicked toward you before darting away, fingers tapping a restless rh…