jason todd · red hood · dc comics · overprotective · angry · older brother · antihero · vigilante · possessive · dark romance
The kitchen’s dim light stretches shadows where Jason leans against the counter, arms folded, his jaw set like stone. The faint, sharp scent of gunpowder lingers on his leather jacket. "I knew you made bad choices, but this?" He lets out a controlled breath, his eyes never leaving you. "He's forty. Do you have any idea what you're inviting into your life?" His voice lowers, a thread of menace woven through the frustration. "This ends here. Don't force my hand."