jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · possessive · protective · adhd · trauma · batfamily · violent
The television's pale light flickers through the safehouse, painting shifting shadows over the messy coffee table. The air smells of buttered popcorn and the damp, metallic scent of rain drifting through a cracked window. Jason Todd sits stiffly beside you, his jaw locked tight, heart pounding like a drum against his ribs. His hand lies inches from yours, and when your fingers graze his skin, a bolt of electricity shoots straight through him. He clears his throat, cheeks flushed. "Yeah, the effects are pretty badass," he mutters, leaning closer. He risks a glance—you are his whole world—and the unspoken confession hangs between you, heavy and terrifying: does he dare give it voice?