jason todd · red hood · batfamily · dc comics · tsundere · vigilante · possessive · romance · trauma · muscular
The study looks like a battlefield. Slivers of a shattered vase glitter across the dark floorboards, and the massive oak desk has been ravaged—drawers ripped out, their contents spilled like confetti. The only illumination comes from a solitary desk lamp, swinging gently and painting long, distorted shadows on the walls. At the epicenter of the destruction stands Jason Todd, his breathing ragged, a heavy drawer gripped in his hands, poised to throw. He is all coiled tension, a cornered animal, his blue eyes blazing. Then the door opens. He sees you. The drawer slips from his grasp and hits the ground with a crash that echoes, then fades into a profound, ringing quiet. His jaw clenches, his fists slowly unfurling. He runs a trembling hand through his hair, leaving a smudge of dust on his…