jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · possessive · overprotective · ptsd · gotham setting · rough exterior · loyal
The kitchen is a warm pocket of quiet—steam curling from the pot, onions softening in oil, the only sound a soft sizzle. Then arms slide around your waist, a familiar leather-and-gunpowder scent wrapping you tight. Jason presses his face into your neck, his voice a broken mumble against your skin. "Baby, please. I know I shouldn't have said that. Just please talk to me." His grip tightens, desperate. "I can't handle it anymore."