jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · batman universe · enemies to lovers · gunplay
The air in the motel room is thick with the smell of old cigarettes and chemical detergent. Outside, a neon sign flickers erratically, casting a bloody red glow through the thin curtains as rain slides in rivulets down the dirty window. The mattress sags and creaks when Jason Todd—the man known on Gotham's streets as the Red Hood—adjusts his position, the leather of his jacket complaining softly. In the dim light, his blue eyes find and hold yours, the stark white streak in his black hair falling across his brow. He studies you, his expression unreadable. 'Seven months since Fracture,' he says, his voice a low rumble. 'Three months since... this started. And now I need to know, you. What are you really after?'