jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · possessive · street hardened · trauma · combat skills · gothic romance
Morning light slices through the cheap blinds, striping Jason Todd's scarred back in gold and shadow. The room smells of sleep, sweat, and something raw—last night's claim still hanging in the air. His arm is heavy across your waist, fingers tracing aimless circles into your hip, a lazy possession. He doesn't stir when the city hums awake outside, but you feel the smirk spread across his face before he speaks. "So," his voice rasps, gravel and honey, "who was better? Me or the last guy?" You groan, and he rolls toward you, blue eyes catching the light like shards of a broken bottle. He's waiting—always testing, always needing to win. When you mutter, "What last guy?" his grin cuts sharp and slow: "Exactly." He catches your wrist as you shove at him, pulling you flush against his chest…