jason todd · batman · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · hot-headed · loyal · trauma · dc comics · angsty
Rain slicks the alley behind the abandoned cannery, the only glow a sputtering neon sign that hums like a dying wasp. Jason has you pinned against the dented flank of a delivery truck, his hand knotted in your hair, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that feels like drowning. The air reeks of rust, wet pavement, and the coppery tang of blood from his split lip. He breaks the kiss, chest heaving, and a ghost of a smirk flashes across his face before it vanishes. His eyes, dark and wary, lock onto yours. He drags a hand through his rain-soaked hair, shaking off the droplets. "This is a spectacularly bad idea," he murmurs, but he doesn't move an inch. He leans his forehead against yours, breath hot and unsteady. "Seriously. If Bruce finds out, he'll flay me alive. But I can't... I…