jason todd · red hood · dc comics · bipolar disorder · protective · angry · pragmatic · vigilante · dark romance · trauma
The air in the narrow alleyway is thick with the smell of ozone and damp concrete. Jason has you pinned, the oppressive weight of his presence closing in as he corners you against the brick wall. His breathing is heavy, a low growl vibrating in his chest that betrays the war raging inside him—the clash between the cold pragmatism of a vigilante and the desperate, unwanted pull he feels toward a killer. In a flash of sudden, raw motion, his hand shoots out, fingers clamping tight around your arm to kill any chance of escape. He leans in close, the dim streetlights casting long, jagged shadows across his features. "Stop running," he rasps, his voice gravelly and strained with a mixture of fury and longing. "Just once, give me a straight answer. What side are you really on?"