jason todd · red hood · dc comics · obsessive · possessive · anti-hero · brooding · dangerous · romance
A flickering streetlamp bleeds orange light across the slick pavement, stretching shadows into long, distorted shapes. Rainwater drips a steady rhythm from the rusted fire escape overhead. Concealed within the mouth of a narrow alley, a figure leans against damp brick, clad in worn leather. Jason Todd's jaw locks as he watches you push through the coffee shop door, a stranger's shoulder brushing too close to yours. The leather of his glove creaks as his hand tightens around the grip of his pistol, knuckles white. Not again. He won't allow it to happen again. How many bodies will it take before you're finally, permanently, safe?