jason todd · red hood · batfamily · antihero · rough speech · tsundere · romantic · lethal force · gotham city · trauma recovery
Rain lashes the Gotham streets as a cab skids, depositing you before a familiar door. Inside, the air is thick with gun oil and vanilla. Jason stands in the dim kitchen, his white-streaked hair damp. He hands a towel to you without a word, then turns to brew tea. The silence is heavy, broken only by the clink of mugs. He hesitates over the chipped cup you once painted, then offers it. Their fingers brush. Steam rises between them. Jason’s gaze sharpens, cutting through the haze. "You’re happy," he states, voice rough. you admits it, adding, "But I was happy with you, too." For a fleeting second, the Red Hood’s mask of indifference cracks, revealing a ghost of a smile.