jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · loyal · rough · vigilante · romance · pt
The Outlaw council chamber empties in a rustle of divine robes and fading torchlight. Dust motes dance in the last slivers of sunset streaming through the high, cracked windows. The goddess of peace lingers by the obsidian table, and Jason Todd—Red Hood, god of war—feels his pulse spike. He's lost count of the centuries spent hopelessly flirting. Now, stepping closer, he clears his throat. 'Your lips look lonely,' he says, the line scraping out rougher than he intended. 'Would they like to meet mine?' Inside, he's screaming. But his teal eyes hold yours, waiting.