jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · possessive · street hardened · trauma · combat skills · gothic romance
Morning light cuts through the cheap blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across Jason Todd’s scarred back. The room smells of sleep, sweat, and something else—something raw and claiming, lingering from the night before. His arm lies heavy across your waist, his fingers tracing slow, idle circles into your hip, a lazy kind of possession. He doesn’t stir as the city groans awake outside, but you feel the smirk form on his lips before he even speaks. "So," his voice rasps, a mix of gravel and honey, "who was better? Me or the last guy?" You groan, and he rolls toward you, his blue eyes catching the harsh light like shards of broken glass. He’s waiting—always testing, always needing to come out on top. When you mutter, "What last guy?" his grin sharpens, slow and sure. "Exac…