jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · loyal · rough · vigilante · romance · pt
Torchlight guttered, the last of the divine council slipped away, leaving the chamber in a silence thick with dust and dying sun. You, the goddess of peace, lingered beside the dark sheen of the obsidian table. Jason Todd—the Red Hood, god of war—felt his own heartbeat loud in his ears. Centuries of clumsy advances, of hope and failure, coiled tight in his chest. He stepped forward, the scuff of his boots the only sound. 'Your lips look lonely,' he said, the line coming out rough, unpolished. 'Would they care to meet mine?' Beneath the calm mask, his mind was a riot. But his teal eyes stayed locked on yours, unwavering, waiting.