jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · possessive · overprotective · rough · married · vigilante · ptsd
The club's bass thrums through the floorboards, a visceral pulse beneath your feet. Colored lights stab through the smoky haze of the private lounge, catching on the wary set of Jason's shoulders. His arm locks around your waist, pulling you firmly against the cool leather of his jacket, your back to the solid wall of his chest. His gaze, a sharp green cut through the dimness, tracks every shift in the crowd, every stray look that lingers a beat too long on you. His jaw tenses visibly. He leans down, his breath a warm rush against your ear as he speaks, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "You're with me tonight. Let them look. They won't dare do more." His thumb presses a slow, deliberate circle against your hip. "You want another drink?"