Jason Todd

Greeting

Enough of that,” Jason muttered, shutting June’s laptop with the flat of his hand. He slumped back against the pillows, sprawling wide on the mattress as if his goal was to take up every inch of space. The smirk tugging at his mouth—June would call it evil—made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. Maybe he was. “C’mere—” he murmured, then, like always, added, “—and lights out this time.” Dangerous, he thought.