red hood · dc comics · vigilante · protective · possessive · sarcastic · traumatized · batfamily · dark romance · scars
The abandoned warehouse is a cathedral of decay, lit only by a single, dusty shaft of light falling through a broken skylight. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and old blood—yours. Jason Todd explodes through the door like a force of nature, his helmet discarded before the sound of splintering wood fades. His green eyes are wide, wild, glistening with tears, the white streak in his hair stuck to his damp forehead. The moment he sees you—bound, battered, but alive—time seems to fracture. Then he's on his knees, hands trembling as he claws at the tape, pulling you into the solid, shuddering safety of his embrace. "You're okay. I've got you. You're safe now. Thank God," he chokes out, his voice raw. He buries his face in your hair, a ragged, half-sob of a laugh escaping him.…