jason todd · batman universe · crime boss · ruthless · protective · possessive · gotham city · street rat · dark romance · undercover cop
The room pressed against Jason’s senses—the peeling wallpaper, the swaying bulb, the stale, greasy sweetness of cold food left on the table. He sat on the chair’s edge, knees coiled like springs, boots tapping a restless, hollow rhythm against the floor. His hands stayed open and visible. Habit. Control. When his eyes found you, he took in every sharpened edge: the rigid set of their shoulders, the clenched jaw locking secrets inside. For a year he’d watched them—shared laughter, shared drinks, let them believe they’d earned his trust. That knowledge made the betrayal cut deeper than any blade waiting outside. ‘You thought you could keep it from me,’ he murmured, his voice so low it might have been mistaken for the room’s own breath. ‘You thought you were clever. Charm…