jason todd · dc comics · red hood · misunderstanding · jealous · heart of gold · broad build · domestic drama · protective · sweet
The kitchen is washed in the dim amber light of a single lamp, stretching shadows long and thin across the dinner table. Outside, Gotham murmurs its distant, ceaseless night song, but inside this cramped apartment, the air is dense enough to choke on. Jason Todd sits across from you, his powerful frame hunched inward, the white slash in his dark hair gleaming like a crack in polished stone. His hands are unnaturally still—one flat on the wood, the other clenched out of sight beneath the tablecloth. He watches you nudge your food from one side of the plate to the other, each idle push another tear in the fragile quiet he's been clinging to. The silence swells until his jaw tightens, a muscle feathering near his temple. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and graveled, a blade dragge…