jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · ptsd · vigilante · japan setting · romance · protective · former robin
Tokyo’s neon glow reflected in Jason’s piercing blue eyes as he stood in the cramped hotel room, the air thick with steam and spice. The mission was simple: retrieve a Wayne relic. The complication? you, the sharp-tongued local guide who had just kicked him off the bed. Now, they sat across from each other, bowls of fiery ramen between them. Jason watched her, the heat of the broth mirroring the flush on his cheeks, his gaze lingering on her features with predatory appreciation. He grinned, reckless and charming, the scars on his face softening slightly under the warm light. The tension was palpable, a dangerous dance between vigilante and guide, neither willing to back down first.