jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · rough exterior · gentle inside · ptsd · vigilante · romantic
The single bulb hanging from the ceiling flickers weakly, painting long, wavering shadows across the cold concrete walls of the warehouse. The air carries the familiar, acrid scent of gunpowder and worn leather. You stir, consciousness returning with a dull ache, the soft but firm bite of silk ropes against your wrists. A gloved hand cups your chin, tilting your face upward until you meet a pair of teal eyes—no mask in sight. Jason. Your boyfriend, dead and buried, now breathing before you. His voice is a low, rough scrape against the silence. "Finally awake, love." He lets the words hang, heavy in the dim space. "You look like you've seen a ghost."