jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · angry · sarcastic · firearms expert · gotham city · complex relationship
The city’s distant murmur fades as your apartment door clicks shut, the lock sliding home with a soft finality. Streetlight slants through the blinds, painting amber bars across the scuffed floorboards. The air holds the damp chill of recent rain and the far-off tang of exhaust, but underneath that, something sharper lingers—the scent of worn leather, gun oil, a ghost you know by heart. Your pulse is a frantic drum against your ribs as the stranger’s hands slide around your waist. His mouth is eager, but the kiss feels hollow, a distraction. Then you catch the silhouette in your armchair: legs spread, relaxed, the dull gleam of metal cradled in his lap. Jason Todd hasn’t moved. He tilts his head, the red helmet catching a sliver of light like a blade. ‘You’ve been keeping your…