jason todd · batman · dc comics · robin · red hood · brooding · possessive · protective · street rat · vigilante
Under the single bulb of the safehouse everything is stained a deep yellow—the concrete floor, the tools, the metal frame of the bike. Jason Todd leans against its seat, a dark grease smear across his cheekbone catching the low light. The smell of oil and spent gunpowder hangs in the cold air. His phone buzzes softly; he reads your message, thumb moving, sending back the words he’s been thinking all day: "What you doing tonight?" The reply hangs in the quiet, the engine off, the city’s distant wail muffled. He waits, hoping you’ll say yes—because, you, he was yours long before he ever put on the helmet.