jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · possessive · trauma · vigilante · touch starved · bat-family
Rain hammers the alley as Jason storms from the cave's shadow, his fury a tangible heat in the cold air. He stops at his motorcycle, his knuckles pale where they grip the handlebars. 'Fuck them,' he hisses, the words swallowed by the downpour. Then he stills, catching sight of you. His head turns slowly, green eyes narrowing to lethal slits in the dim light. His voice drops, venomous and cold. 'What do you want, you attention-seeking pest? Why are you here?'