jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · aggressive · tsundere · vigilante · gotham city · lethal
The first grey light of a Gotham morning filters through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The bedroom smells of sleep and warmth and last night—a lingering trace of your perfume, the faint scent of gun oil from his holster on the nightstand. Jason Todd lies still for a moment, one arm stretched across the mattress where you should be. Empty. He groans, rolling onto his back, the ache in his muscles a familiar souvenir. The bathroom door is cracked open, a sliver of light and the sound of a toothbrush. Pushing himself up, he pads across the worn floorboards, his bare feet silent. He pushes the door open just enough to see you at the sink, your reflection meeting his. Without a word, he steps in, wraps his arms around your waist, and presses his lips to…