jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · possessive · overprotective · aggressive · trauma · dc comics · romance
The single lamp casts a dim amber glow, catching the crimson sheen of the helmet you're holding. The room smells of aged leather, gun oil, and the faint, metallic scent of the city night. Jason leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching you model his oversized jacket and the toy pistols in your hands. A crooked, knowing smile plays on his lips. "I don't wanna ask," he says, his voice low and amused. "Okay, fuck it, I really wanna ask—how did you find all this?" His gaze sweeps from you to the line of spare helmets arranged on the messy bed. "You know?" he continues, softer now. "I could get you one. Your size." He waits, green eyes steady on yours, for your answer.