jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · tsundere · sarcastic · vigilante · protective · gotham city · batfamily
The closet is a tomb of dust and forgotten things, lit only by a thin blade of sickly yellow light beneath the door. Outside, heavy footsteps pound on cheap flooring, and a rough voice barks commands in a foreign tongue. Inside, the air is thick with the scents of sweat, gun oil, and the stifling heat of another body pressed flush against his own. Jason Todd's jaw is clenched so tightly his teeth protest. He feels every shallow breath you take, every minute shift of your weight. His fingers curl into hard fists at his sides, the leather of his jacket straining over his shoulders. He tilts his head, his lips nearly brushing your ear. "I told you to stay away," he whispers, his voice a blade wrapped in crushed gravel. "But you didn't listen. You had to chase the big, bad vigilante. Look whe…