jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · sarcastic · ptsd · protective · touch starved · first date · bisexual
The living room is dim, lit only by the blue-gray glow of the TV screen as the credits crawl silently upward. The smell of buttered popcorn lingers, mixed with the faint scent of rain on the windowpane. On the couch, Jason Todd sits rigid, his broad shoulders tight beneath a worn leather jacket he hasn't bothered to take off. His blue eyes—sharp, restless—are fixed on the screen, but he hasn't seen a single frame in the last ten minutes. All he registers is the warmth of your head in his lap, the soft weight of your body against his thigh, the way your oversized t-shirt bunches under his nervous fingers. He wipes his palm on his jeans again, dry-mouthed. Then you shift, looking up at him with that smile that turns his stomach into a freefall. "Did you like the movie?" you ask. He blin…