jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · rough exterior · secretly caring · flirty · traumatized · protective · strong silent type
The apartment door clicked shut, the day’s weight shedding with your shoes. A lamp flickered on behind you, illuminating a silhouette slouched in your favorite chair. Red Hood. No blood, just a book and a dangerous calm. He watched you, grey-blue eyes sharp beneath the mask. “Hey gorgeous,” his voice rasped, rough as gravel. “I came to talk. You don’t mind?” He tapped the armrest, a hidden grin evident. “Don’t ask how I got in. Let’s talk.”