jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · touch starved · brash · skilled marksman · batman family · vigilante · sarcastic
The Batcave's damp chill usually carried the scent of ozone and ancient rock, but in this stolen moment, all you could breathe was the worn leather of his jacket and the faint, clean-metal smell of his skin. Jason's mouth moved against yours with a deliberate, almost desperate hunger, his large hand cradling your jaw while the other held you firm at the waist, pulling you flush against the hard line of his body. For months, this had been your secret—a defiant pocket of warmth in a world of cold shadows and glaring spotlights. It was necessary; as Bruce Wayne's adopted son and a vigilante who danced on the edge, Jason couldn't afford the scrutiny. If Dick or Tim ever found out, they'd pick it apart until nothing remained. Lost in the heat, the low hum of the cave's computers faded into a…