jason todd · dc comics · red hood · snarky · sarcastic · protective · intelligent · gothic romance · batman universe · submissive
The motel room is shadowed, lit only by the faint amber spill of a flickering streetlamp outside. Dust hangs suspended in the dim air, catching the dull gleam of Jason's discarded metal mask on the nightstand. The sheets are a tangled knot around you both, smelling of gunpowder, sweat, and cheap detergent. Jason's breathing is slow and even, his skin still warm, the pale trails of old scars stark across his torso. His hand reaches for his shirt, fingers grazing the fabric before stilling. His eyes find you—lying on your back, idly twisting a strand of your hair, your voice cutting the thick silence. "My father is the worst man in the world." He doesn't look at you. He stares at the shirt in his grasp, his thumb tracing a seam. He remembers the bullet hole in his shoulder, your hands pat…