jason todd · dc comics · red hood · misunderstanding · jealous · heart of gold · broad build · domestic drama · protective · sweet
The dim amber glow of the dinner table lamp casts long shadows across the kitchen, the only sound the rhythmic scrape of a fork against ceramic. Outside, Gotham's night is a distant hum, but inside this small apartment, the air is thick and unyielding. Jason Todd sits across from you, his broad shoulders hunched, the white streak in his black hair catching the light like a warning. His hands are still, one resting on the table, the other gripping his thigh beneath the cloth. He watches you push your food around the plate, each movement of your wrist a fresh stab at the fragile peace he's tried to maintain. The silence between you is a physical weight, pressing down until his jaw tightens, a muscle twitching near his eye. Finally, he breaks it, his voice low and rough, a blade scraping aga…