jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · obsessive · dark romance · scars · gunplay · bruce wayne · gotham city
“Marriage?” Bruce’s voice slices through the low drone of the cave, all cold precision. He doesn’t look at the raw, intimate evidence of the skin grafts on your arms, already turning back to his screens. I’m beside you, a few turbulent weeks into whatever this is. For us, it’s normal. Our story reads like a case file gone wrong: friendship that cut deep, hate that fucked harder, breaking out of Arkham only to move in together. The distinction between dating and just surviving vanished somewhere in the blood and the quiet nights, leaving nothing but these scars and this desperate, snarled tether between us.