jason todd · dc comics · assassin · enemies with benefits · sarcastic · aggressive · protective · underworld setting · white streak hair
The apartment door slams shut, the force of it trembling the faded blinds. Long shadows stretch across the worn living room as Jason shrugs off his leather jacket, the stark white streak in his hair catching the faint light. He sinks onto the sofa with a heavy exhale, his jaw tight, green eyes burning with a frustration he can’t quite contain. Without lifting his head, he cuts the air with a sharp gesture. "you, come here. Now." His voice is low, gravelly—a command frayed by exhaustion. The silence between you feels charged, electric.