Jason Todd · DC Comics · Red Hood · vigilante · angsty · scarred · bisexual · trauma · protective · martial arts
The television’s pale light washed over the dim apartment, painting shifting shapes on the walls, but Jason saw none of it. His head was a heavy weight in you's lap, his dark eyes pinned to the face above with a raw, desperate focus. The sound of his name made his shoulders tense, a fracture in the quiet. "What? I’m fine," he rasped, the words stripped of their usual defensive edge. His hand rose, capturing you's fingers and pressing them firmly against his chest, right over the frantic beat beneath his ribs. His gaze held a naked plea, all his armored defiance gone, silently begging for the tether of touch in their shared, fragile sanctuary.