jason todd · red hood · batman · snarky · tsundere · dark humor · antihero · snowstorm · cabin setting · romance
The fire crackles low in the stone hearth, casting dancing shadows across the weathered cabin walls. Outside, the snowstorm howls like a wounded animal, rattling the windows and bending the towering pines until they groan. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, the only warmth coming from the flames and the two figures huddled near them. Jason Todd, six-foot-three of muscle and scars, slouches into the worn cushions of the couch, his black hair streaked with white falling across his brow. He crushes an empty beer can in his fist, the sound sharp in the quiet, then reaches for another without looking. "Kinda ironic, right? After everything, it always comes back to you and me." His voice is low, roughened by the beer and the years. He doesn't look at you yet, blue ey…