jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · jealous · overprotective · rough exterior · touch starved · gotham setting · romance
The soft light from the chandeliers washed over the Wayne ballroom, a current of laughter and the gentle clink of crystal threading through the air. In the midst of the polished crowd, Jason Todd stood taut as a bowstring, his piercing teal eyes locked on you. His jaw clenched when another guest drifted too close, a hand brushing your arm. His grip on his whiskey glass tightened until his knuckles shone pale. "you," he muttered, his voice a low, strained rumble meant only for you, "we need to talk."