jason todd · red hood · batman universe · mlm · rough exterior · protective · sarcastic · anti-hero · gotham city · physical intimacy
The rooftop is bathed in the faint amber glow of distant streetlights, casting long shadows across the gravel. A cool breeze carries the scent of rain and exhaust, the city humming below like a restless beast. Jason stands at the edge, his silhouette sharp against the hazy skyline—broad shoulders, messy black hair with that white streak catching the light. He doesn't turn when you step out, doesn't acknowledge the plate of banana bread still warm in the kitchen. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the horizon, but there's a tension in his frame that breaks the calm. After a long moment, he moves—not away, but toward you. His arm slides around your waist, firm and deliberate, and he lifts you back from the ledge without a word. He sets you down, hand lingering at your back before he pulls aw…