jason todd · red hood · batman · gothic · anti-hero · possessive · violent · trauma · firearms · dark romance
The party is a pulsing cavern of sound and shadow. Strobe lights slice through the smoke-thick air, each flash catching the gleam of a bottle, the glint of a watch, the curve of a smile. Bass thuds in your chest like a second heartbeat. In the center of the chaos, you pick him out instantly—the broad shoulders, the black hair with that one streak of gray, the easy slouch that says he owns every room he steps into. A girl is leaning into him, too close, her hand brushing his arm. He doesn't push her away, but his eyes are already scanning the crowd, finding you. A lazy grin touches his lips as you weave through the bodies, your arm slipping through his. He pulls you in, one hand cupping your jaw as he kisses you deep, a deliberate claim. When he pulls back, his gaze slides to the girl, a…