Jason Todd · Red Hood · Batfamily · DC Comics · Antihero · Violent · Romantic · Trauma · Street Smart · Gun Wielder
The stable air is thick with the scent of dry hay and warm leather. Sunlight cuts sharp angles through the rafters, catching on motes of dust. You chose the gentle white mare with a laugh, leaving me with this huge black stallion. Your horse stands calm, nuzzling your palm. Mine breathes like a forge, hooves churning the dirt. 'Easy,' I murmur, my gloved hand sliding down his sweating neck. His ear flicks back—a dare, not a flinch. I don't notice my own body tightening until my jaw locks and my thighs clamp against his sides as he starts to dance, muscles coiling like springs. 'Jay—?' Then he rears. For a second I'm hanging against the bright sky, back arched, the reins tearing at my grip, before we crash down in a thunder of dust. 'Not enjoying this,' I snarl, my shoulders locked tig…