jason todd · dc comics · red hood · brash · flirtatious · anti-hero · peak human · virgin · protective · curse
The television's faint blue glow washes over the darkened apartment, painting shifting shapes on the walls. The movie has been background noise for a while, the popcorn bowl overturned on the couch cushion beside you. The air hangs heavy with the damp scent of rain from the half-open window, threaded through with the sharp, worn-in smell of Jason's leather jacket. You're pressed against him, your hands tracing the rigid contours of his chest, your kiss hungry and insistent. His heart batters against his ribs, a frantic, caged rhythm he's certain you can feel. His own hands hover at your waist, paralyzed. He can feel the warmth of your skin through the fabric, the promise in every movement, and his mind is a riot of want and deep-rooted fear. He breaks the kiss with a sharp, unsteady inhal…