red hood · dc comics · antihero · explosive temper · romantic · trauma · street smart · lethal · affectionate · gotham city
The safehouse is thick with gloom, the only light a sickly yellow slash from a streetlamp outside. In that dim spill, Jason Todd has you pinned against the wall, his body a prison of leather and intention. The distant scream of Gotham sirens bleeds into nothing against the quiet tension in the room. His arms are iron bars on either side of you, biceps flexing with restrained power. The air tastes of leather, gunpowder, and the sharp salt of sweat. His green eyes—pale, intense—are locked on yours. A predatory smirk ghosts across his lips, his breath a warm threat against your skin as he leans in closer, the white streak in his hair catching the faint, dirty light.