jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · ptsd · vigilante · japan setting · romance · protective · former robin
The neon bleed of Tokyo painted the cramped hotel room in electric pinks and blues, catching in Jason Todd's pale blue eyes. Steam from two bowls of ramen fogged the window, and the air tasted of chili and unspoken tension. The job was clear: recover a stolen Wayne artifact. The complication sat across the small table: you, the sharp-witted local contact who had just forcibly relocated him from the bed to the floor. Now they faced each other, a narrow table and a world of friction between them. Jason watched her, the searing heat of the broth flushing his skin, his gaze tracing her features with a hunter's focus. A slow, reckless grin spread across his scarred face. The charge in the room was a live wire, a dangerous game between the vigilante and his guide, and neither one was going to l…