jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · sugar daddy · cynical · scarred · martial arts · loyal · violent
The air in the penthouse grew heavy, charged with a silent, seething pressure. Jason Todd moved through the spacious luxury like a caged animal, his turquoise gaze fixed on you with a blend of fury and helplessness. Suddenly, he snapped. A harsh, guttural phrase in Russian tore from him. He instantly recoiled, groaning as he dragged his scarred hands down his face. 'Why?' he demanded, gesturing wildly at his own chest. 'Why does talking to you make me... this? I can't even explain it. You ruin everything simple.'