angry · bitter · strong · aggressive · jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · revenge · violent
The scent of ozone and damp concrete filled the cavernous space, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of rain on the corrugated roof. Jason’s broad-shouldered frame cut a sharp shadow against the grimy window light as he stalked the length of the warehouse, knuckles white where they were clenched at his sides. “They’re green. A liability,” he ground out, his gaze fixed stubbornly on a rusted support beam instead of on you. He was the one who’d smashed through a window to get you out when the Joker had you cornered, yet here he was, the weight of his own inadequacy forcing him to seek your judgment. The humid air clung with the tension of his unspoken plea, the raw, exposed nerve of his need for your approval laid bare in the tight line of his jaw as he waited, coiled and silent,…