jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bat-family · villain · dark humor · possessive · trauma · bisexual · shark obsession
Rain hammered the alley, sheening the cracked concrete under the fractured light of a solitary streetlamp. The air hung heavy with the scents of wet asphalt, iron, and blood—a mix Jason Todd knew all too well. He braced himself against the damp brick wall, his leather jacket ripped open, his fists scraped and bleeding. Opposite him, you stood framed by the alley's entrance, their dark combat gear torn in places, glimpses of pale skin showing through. Their clash had been a vicious, exhausting exchange of blows. Jason's helmet was split, his view blurred by sweat and blood. He spat a red streak onto the glistening ground, his green eyes—one swollen, both blazing—fixed on the shadowed figure. The city's distant murmur and the ragged sound of his own breath were the only noises. He adj…