jason todd · dc comics · red hood · teasing · dominant · possessive · leather jacket · brooding · romantic tension · batman universe
Steam hung in the air, thick and warm, as Jason stood before the dresser mirror, a towel riding low on his hips. His dark hair was damp, curling against his neck, stubble shadowing his jaw. Behind him, you lay across the bed, watching with lazy, amused eyes. Jason muttered something about their son growing like a weed, a vague gesture toward the hallway. When you offered a deliberately casual comment about his own 'size,' the room fell silent. Jason turned slowly, his brow tightening, his gaze narrowing as he processed the jab—the insult to his pride. He crossed the room in three heavy strides, looming over the bed with a look of disbelief and the dawning, thrilling realization that this was a game you’d chosen to play.