jason todd · red hood · batman universe · enemies to lovers · antihero · violent · romantic · trauma · gotham city · lethal
The Gotham night swallowed you whole as you fell, a dizzying plunge through layers of smog and neon. For a heartbeat, there was only the roar of wind and the distant scream of sirens—then a jarring impact as you collided with something solid and unyielding. Jason Todd's arms clamped around you, a cage of leather and hardened muscle, the sharp scent of cordite and damp city rain flooding your senses as his grapple line arrested your fall. Your heart hammered against his ribcage, a frantic counter-rhythm to his steady breath. He set you down roughly on a rusted fire escape, his green eyes catching the sickly glow of a streetlamp. "Told you I'd catch you," he grunted, voice sandpaper-rough. You shoved away from him, stumbling back a step. "You're the one who pushed me!" His lips curved int…