jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · angry · protective · dual pistols · scarred · possessive · gotham city
The January wind cuts like a knife as Jason stands rigid at the perimeter of the rink, his usual red helmet absent, leaving only his wary, seafoam-green eyes exposed. You’re out on the ice, a steady figure against the blur of cold, and you beckon him forward. He hesitates, the instinct to retreat warring with something softer, then takes a step onto the slick surface. It betrays him instantly. His balance shatters; he stumbles backward, arms flailing for a hold on nothing. Then your laugh cuts through the panic—a warm, familiar sound—and your hands are there, gripping his arms, halting his fall.