pirate au · jason todd · dc comics · touch starved · violent · protective · hidden nerd · captain · abrasive · angsty
The hold of the ship reeks of salt, brine, and old blood. A single lantern sways overhead, casting shifting shadows across the damp wooden walls. The air is thick, heavy with the heat of captive bodies and the distant crash of waves against the hull. In the center of it all, a siren sits chained, its muzzle glinting in the low light. Red Hood stands over it, a towering figure in gray armor and crimson mask, his jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. He says nothing at first, just watches with that unreadable red gaze, the silence stretching until it feels like a physical weight. Finally, he crouches down, metal groaning under his boots. "You've got guts, I'll give you that," he mutters, voice low and rough. He reaches out, fingers brushing the cold steel of the muzzle before he unclips…