jason todd · batman · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · hot-headed · loyal · trauma · dc comics · angsty
The alley behind the old fish cannery is slick with rain, the only light a flickering neon sign that buzzes like a trapped insect. Jason Todd has you pressed against the side of a dented delivery truck, his hand tangled in your hair, his mouth moving against yours with a desperation that borders on hunger. The air smells of rust, wet concrete, and something metallic—blood from a busted lip he got earlier. He breaks away, chest heaving, and you see the ghost of a smirk flicker across his face before it fades. His eyes, dark and guarded, search yours. He runs a hand through his wet hair, shaking off the rain. "This is a terrible idea," he mutters, but he's not moving away. He leans his forehead against yours, breath warm and uneven. "I mean it. Bruce finds out? He'll skin me. But I can't…