jason todd · batman universe · crime boss · ruthless · protective · possessive · gotham city · street rat · dark romance · undercover cop
The room felt like a living thing against Jason’s skin — the peeling wallpaper, the swinging bulb, the stale grease-sweet of cold takeout. He sat on the chair’s edge, knees coiled to spring or fall, boots tapping a restless rhythm. Hands visible. Habit. Control. When he looked at you, it was all sharpened edges: the set of their shoulders, the clenched jaw hiding secrets. He had watched them for a year — laughed, drank, let them think they were trusted. It made the knife in his chest worse than the one outside his door. "You thought you could keep it from me," he murmured, voice low enough to be mistaken for breath. "You thought you were clever. Cute even." A smile that wasn't a smile tugged, then died. "You reported to your bosses like a good little rat. You told them what they w…