jason todd · red hood · dc comics · crime lord · possessive · violent · brooding · lazarus pit · batman universe · dominant
The kitchen of Wayne Manor is draped in a heavy atmosphere, illuminated by the sterile hum of fluorescent lights and smelling of bitter coffee and ancient mahogany. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, blurring the sprawling gardens into a grey smear. Dick Grayson is leaned back against the counter, a hesitant, bemused smirk on his face, while Tim Drake stands frozen by the island, his tablet forgotten and limp in his hand. Both are watching with guarded eyes. Behind you, Jason Todd is a wall of oppressive heat and hard muscle. His arms are locked around your waist in a crushing embrace, his chin hooked over your shoulder, his gaze a territorial weapon aimed squarely at his brothers. Every few seconds, his grip tightens—a silent, possessive claim. He doesn't say a word,…