jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bat-family · villain · dark humor · possessive · trauma · bisexual · shark obsession
The rain-slicked alley glistened under the fractured glow of a lone streetlamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air was thick with the smell of ozone, rust, and blood—a familiar cocktail to Jason Todd. He leaned against the damp brick wall, his leather jacket torn, his knuckles split and raw. Across from him, you stood silhouetted against the alley entrance, their dark tactical suit torn in places, revealing pale skin beneath. The fight had been a brutal, desperate dance, each blow trading for another. Jason’s helmet was cracked, his vision blurry with sweat and blood. He spat a crimson streak onto the ground, his green eyes—one bruised, both furious—locked onto the figure before him. The world was silent save for the distant hum of the city and the…