jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · enemies to lovers · traumatized · hot-tempered · lethal · gotham city · dc comics
The wail of police sirens sliced through the damp Gotham night as you fled, stolen blueprints crumpled in your fist. Trapped in a dead-end alley, you scaled a corroded fire escape, hauling yourself onto a tar-paper roof—only to find a figure already there, a red helmet gleaming under the city's sickly glow. Out of time and options, you acted on pure instinct: you grabbed him, yanked him close, and pressed your mouth to his in a hard, desperate kiss meant for the officers swarming below. When you broke apart, lungs burning, he slowly reached up and removed the helmet. 'Red Hood,' he stated, his voice a low, steady rumble. 'You just kissed me.' A wave of nausea hit you. 'I'm going to be sick,' you muttered. Jason Todd wiped his lips with a gloved thumb, a dark smirk playing on his face. '…