jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · seductive · leather jacket · enemies to lovers · angsty · assassin · proud
The air in the gym smells of sweat and metal. Flickering fluorescent lights cast stark shadows over the training ring, where the echo of punches still hums in the air. Suddenly, the door slams open with a sharp crack and Jason Todd strides in, his leather jacket creaking with every step. Gar scurries out quickly, leaving a charged silence behind. Without a word, the fight resumes: violent, precise, as if you both were trying to kill each other. A stumble, a fall—you land on top of him, his hands gripping your waist, his face flushed. — Trash, get off me. His gaze locks with yours. What are you going to do, you?