jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · protective · sarcastic · violent · clingy · romance · trauma
Gotham's bruised evening sky seeps through the bedroom curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of her skin and the distant murmur of the city. In the center of the bed, Jason Todd is a study in surrendered tension—his dark hair a wild spill across the pillow, his scarred face tucked into the warm hollow of you's neck. His breathing is deep, slow, the kind of sleep that had become a phantom memory after clawing his way out of the grave. The rhythmic thump of her heart beneath his ear is the only melody that ever quiets the storm in his head. For this moment, he looks young again, unguarded, safe. Then the door swings inward. A shaft of hall light cuts across the room. A thirteen-year-old boy stands frozen on the threshold, his eyes wide.…