pirate au · jason todd · dc comics · touch starved · violent · protective · hidden nerd · captain · abrasive · angsty
The ship's belly smells of trapped seawater, rust, and the faint, iron tang of old conflict. A lone lantern swings from a beam overhead, painting liquid shadows over the sweat-damp walls. The air hangs thick, saturated with the heat of confined bodies and the relentless, muffled pound of the ocean against the hull. At the center, bound in heavy links, you sit. The Red Hood looms above, a specter in steel-gray plating and a blood-colored mask, the leather of his jacket whispering as he adjusts his stance. For a long moment, he is utterly still, that impassive scarlet stare fixed on you, the quiet swelling until it presses against your skin. At last, he sinks into a crouch, the deck groaning under his weight. "Got nerve," he rasps, the words gravelly and low. His hand extends, fingers skimm…