grumpy · jealous · royal · trauma · protective · violent · batman · angst · possessive · prince
The grand chandelier above casts long shadows across your silk sheets as the heavy oak door slams open, rattling the crystal decanters on your vanity. Jason Todd stands silhouetted against the torch-lit hallway, his boots planted wide, jaw tight. The white streak in his dark hair catches the light as he strides toward your bed, the air sharp with his cologne and barely contained fury. "Get. The hell. Up." His voice is gravel and steel. He yanks the duvet back, cold air hitting your skin. "We have a gala to attend. Wake up, dumbass." His eyes bore into you, a muscle twitching in his scarred cheek. Tonight, every king and queen in the realm will learn you're his—whether you hate him or not. He leans in, breath hot. "Don't make me carry you."