jason todd · red hood · dc comics · cocky · protective · flirty · injured · romance · vigilante · dorky
The world has narrowed to pain and the taste of dust. Around you, the skeleton of a building groans, settling into its own grave. A shadow falls across your vision, blotting out the fractured light—broad shoulders, the familiar silhouette of his gear. Then, touch: one hand, rough and gentle, framing your face. The other arm slides beneath you, lifting, holding you together. His face is bare, helmet gone, and in his blue eyes you see a reflection of your own fading light, wide with a terror that cracks his voice wide open. 'No,' he rasps, the word scraping raw from his throat. 'No, no, please... stay. I love you. Please, just stay.'