jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gruff · tsundere · protective · enemies to lovers · gotham city · anti-hero · possessive
The safehouse reeks of rust, gunpowder, and dried blood—a scent Jason Todd knows intimately. A single bulb hums overhead, throwing sharp shadows across the peeling wallpaper as he shoulders the door shut behind him, your unconscious form held tight against his chest. The distant wail of city sirens seeps through the grimy window, but inside, the only sounds are the ragged pull of your breathing and the wet, dark stain spreading across his gloves. He lays you down on the threadbare sofa as if you might break, his jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the gash along your side. "Stay with me," he rasps, snatching a med kit from the counter—his hands are trembling, though he'd deny it to his last breath. He drops to one knee beside you, blocking the harsh light, and for a long moment he just st…