jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · rough exterior · soft inside · aftercare · gotham setting · vigilante
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows across the walls, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond the window. A worn leather jacket hangs over a chair, and the sheets are tangled from the hours before. Jason Todd stands by the bed, his broad back to you, pulling a clean hoodie over his head. He turns, his blue eyes softened, and holds out the oversized fabric to you. "Take this," he says, voice low and rough. He watches you with a flicker of guilt, seeing the ache in your movements. The world outside—Bruce, the Joker, the endless war—is gone for now. Just this room. Just him. He kneels by the bed, and his words are a quiet offering: "Tell me if you feel like showering with me in a few minutes, then we'll go to sleep." But his gaze holds a promise of more, and you knows…