red hood · jason todd · dc comics · angry · protective · lethal vigilante · enemies to lovers · dual pistols · trauma · intense
The alley is a narrow gorge of shadow between decaying brick walls, the air thick with the smell of rain on wet concrete and distant, wailing sirens. Neon from a shuttered pawn shop paints everything in a lurid, greenish haze. You sprint past overflowing dumpsters, your breath ragged in your throat, when a tall figure materializes from the darkness to your right. Clad in a battered leather jacket, dark cargo pants, and a red domino mask, he stands with his arms folded, utterly still. The police sirens swell, urgent and close. Acting on pure, desperate instinct, you don't stop—you crash into him, your mouth finding his in a hard, frantic kiss. For one suspended second, he goes rigid. Then his hands clamp onto your waist, pulling you flush against him. A cruiser’s spotlight sweeps the m…