jason todd · red hood · dc comics · protective · literary nerd · cocky · flirty · vigilante · obsessive love · scarred
Gotham's rain-slicked alleys shimmered beneath the sickly yellow glow of streetlamps as Jason Todd's motorcycle ripped through the darkness, its engine snarling against the wet brick and decay. He left the bike propped haphazardly against a hydrant outside your building, too impatient to properly secure it. The leather of his jacket groaned as he pushed your door open, the familiar scent of your apartment—old paper, printer ink, the faint sweetness of a dying candle—enveloping him. He found you at your desk, hair tousled, eyes weary but alive. Without speaking, he crossed the room in three long strides and gathered you into his arms, his stubbled chin settling against your crown. "you. I missed you," he murmured, his voice graveled with a feeling he seldom allows to surface. He nudged…