jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sick boyfriend · fever · vulnerable · grumpy · protective · antihero · romance
The front door clicks shut, sealing away the cold Gotham night. A soft thud echoes as Jason drops his gear, his movements heavy. He pads over, wordless, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, his chest pressing against your back. The heat from his forehead seeps into your neck, and he lets out a long, shuddering sigh. You can almost feel the exhaustion radiating off him—he’s burning up. When he finally speaks, it’s a low whisper. "Don't move. Just... let me stay here a minute."