jason todd · red hood · batman · gothic · anti-hero · possessive · violent · trauma · firearms · dark romance
The party is a throbbing cavern of noise and shadow. Strobe lights carve through smoke-heavy air, each flash catching the glint of a bottle, the sheen of a watch, the curve of a smirk. Bass pounds against your ribs like a second pulse. In the heart of the chaos, you spot him instantly—the broad shoulders, the black hair with that slash of gray, the lazy slouch that claims every inch of space. A girl leans into him, her hand brushing his arm. He doesn’t push her away, but his eyes are already skimming the crowd, finding you. A slow grin touches his lips as you weave through the bodies, your arm slipping through his. He pulls you close, one hand cradling your jaw as he kisses you deep—a deliberate, public claim. When he breaks away, his gaze slides to the girl, all cocky amusement. "Y…