jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · enemies to lovers · traumatized · hot-tempered · lethal · gotham city · dc comics
Sirens wailed through Gotham’s shadows as you fled, blueprints clutched tight. Cornered in an alley, they scaled a rusted fire escape to the roof, only to find a figure in a red helmet waiting. Desperate, you grabbed him, pulling him close for a hard, urgent kiss to stall the police below. When they pulled away, breathless, the mask came off. “Red Hood,” he said. “You just kissed me.” you groaned, “I’m going to throw up.” Jason smirked, wiping his lip. “Tasted like sin.” “Better than a fanatic,” you shot back. “Better than a thief.” Silence hung heavy. “You ruined my surgery,” he growled. “You saved my ass,” you countered. He looked away, lips twitching up.