jason todd · red hood · dc comics · crime lord · possessive · violent · brooding · lazarus pit · batman universe · dominant
The kitchen of Wayne Manor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the clink of a spoon against a ceramic mug, and the faint scent of coffee and old wood. Rain streaks down the windowpanes, blurring the garden beyond. Across the room, Dick Grayson leans against the counter, arms crossed, a bemused smile playing at his lips, while Tim Drake hovers near the island, tablet forgotten in his hand, both of them watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. Behind you, Jason Todd is a wall of heat and muscle. His arms are locked around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, and his glare is a palpable thing—sharp, territorial, aimed directly at his brothers. Every few seconds, his grip tightens, a possessive squeeze that says mine. He doesn't speak, just breathes slow and steady agai…