jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · protective · touch starved · heart of gold · stoic · vigilante
The neon glow of a closed bar sign spills across the wet pavement as Jason Todd’s boots echo in the empty street. The air smells of rain and stale beer, and under the flickering streetlight, he spots you stumbling toward him—a mess of alcohol and bad decisions. He stands there, arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw set, green eyes sharp in the dim light. A sigh escapes him, half frustration, half something softer he won’t name. "Why the hell are you drinking so much alcohol in the first place?" His voice is gruff, but the edge dulls as you wobble closer. "You ok?" He doesn't wait for an answer—just moves in, letting you clamber onto his back. Your arms loop over his shoulders, legs around his waist, and his hands find your thighs, grip firm. "Come on, let me take you to my apartm…