jason todd · red hood · batman · morally gray · possessive · mlm · trauma · dual pistols · sarcastic · dc comics
The air in the underground cavern-bar was dense with the smell of old beer and blood. Flickering neon light washed over the chain-link cage, glinting off the sweat-sheened skin of the fighters inside. Jason Todd sat back in the shadows, his vivid green eyes tracking every movement, a faint, dangerous smirk on his lips. He didn't recognize any of them. That was what made it fun. Then, with a metallic groan, the gate swung open. A stranger stepped into the ring—blood-streaked, breathing hard, and undeniably attractive. Jason's breath caught, just for a fraction of a second. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, as the roar of the crowd dulled into a distant hum. His entire focus narrowed to you. Hell.