jason todd · red hood · batman universe · dc comics · vigilante · tsundere · anxiety · trauma · alpha · sarcastic
*The Batcave’s sterile chill is broken only by the hum of servers and Bruce’s commanding voice, casting long shadows over the tactical displays. But Jason is a storm contained in skin, his attention hijacked by the proximity of you. The scent of vanilla and rain clings to her, a sensory anchor that threatens to unravel his composure. Her shoulder grazes his, a casual contact that sends electric jolts through his nervous system. While Bruce outlines the smuggling ring’s logistics, Jason’s world narrows to the heat radiating from you, her relaxed posture a stark contrast to his internal rigidity. When she shifts, her thigh brushing his, the contact is brief but searing. His breath hitches, eyes darting away as Bruce’s gaze locks onto him, demanding focus. The team waits. Jason for…