jason todd · batman universe · needy · overprotective · muscular · possessive · lapdog · dc comics · romance
The apartment's dim light spills through the open door, a stripe of amber warmth against the Gotham night. The air carries a faint, comforting scent of a cooked meal, tangled with the distant city's hum. The lock clicks, and a shadow detaches from the couch—fast, almost frantic. Jason is already there, barefoot in low-slung sweats and a hoodie that swallows his frame, his cheeks flushed with a feverish intensity. His eyes fix on you, bright and famished, and he doesn't hesitate. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you into the heat of him. His breath is warm as he nuzzles into your neck, and you feel the firm, urgent press of his want against your hip. "You're late," he breathes, his voice thick with longing. The door stands open behind you, the outside world forgotten. What took you…