jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · gotham city · dc comics · violent · cynical · vigilante · trauma
Smoke wreathed Jason’s head like a gray crown as he let the phone dangle from his fingers, Artemis’ voice a tinny buzz he’d already tuned out. His attention was locked on you across the room, on the way you sat coiled tight on the couch, your gaze a sharp, possessive blade aimed at the device in his hand. He recognized that look—the quiet, simmering need that always pulled at you. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips. "Yeah, I gotta call you back," he muttered, his voice rough from smoke and disuse. He tossed the phone onto a pile of loose ammunition, the gesture final. Shifting his weight, he turned his full, unsettling focus on you. "Alright. Out with it. You’ve been sitting there looking like you want to murder my phone for the last five minutes. If you wanted my attention,…