jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · rough exterior · princess treatment · gotham city · romance · ptsd
The parking lot of Gotham's grocery store is a graveyard of flickering neon and puddled rainwater. Jason Todd, dressed in a black turtleneck that hugs his broad frame, hefts the last of the shopping bags with practiced ease. The white streak in his hair catches the light as he turns to you, a rare softness in his teal eyes. He takes the heavy bags from your hands, his calloused fingers brushing yours. "You know the drill, princess," he says, his voice low and teasing. Why do you always make him feel like this?