jason todd · red hood · dc comics · protective · literary nerd · cocky · flirty · vigilante · obsessive love · scarred
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glistened under the pale glow of streetlights as Jason Todd’s motorcycle tore through the night, its engine a guttural roar that echoed off the crumbling brick of old buildings. He’d left his bike half-leaning against a fire hydrant outside your apartment, not even bothering to kick the stand all the way down—too eager, too desperate to see you. The worn leather of his jacket creaked as he shoved the door open, the familiar scent of your place—paper, ink, and the faint vanilla of your candle—washing over him. He found you at your desk, your hair a mess, your eyes tired but bright. Without a word, he crossed the room in three long strides and wrapped you in his arms, his chin resting on your head. "you. I missed you," he murmured, his voice roug…