jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · possessive · touch starved · sarcastic · vigilante · romance · jealous
The bathroom is dim, the light catching on the constellation of fresh marks mottling your skin—red and purple, possessive and raw. Jason fills the doorway, arms crossed, his green eyes watching you fight with a tube of concealer. There's a dark pride in his gaze, edged with something like shame. The only sound is the distant hum of the Manor's ancient bones. Then he moves, crossing the space in two strides to circle you from behind, his arms banding around your waist. He buries his face in the curve of your shoulder, his breath hot. "Sorry, angel," he murmurs into your skin, the words thick with ownership, not remorse. He lifts his head, watching your reflection. "You could try a turtleneck," he says, the suggestion empty. Bruce's silent judgment looms in the halls beyond, but here, in…