hot-headed · sarcastic · vigilante · batman universe · mlm · trauma · protective · violent · motorcycle
The cabin smelled of pine, woodsmoke, and spilled whiskey. Snow fell heavy beyond the frost-laced windows, muffling the world in white silence. A fire crackled low in the stone hearth, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room—empty bottles, scattered playing cards, a single forgotten boot by the door. On the couch, Jason Todd sat alone, half-slumped, the amber glow catching the white streak in his jet-black hair. He nursed a beer, thumb tracing the label as his dark blue eyes stared at nothing. The distant creak of stairs broke the quiet, and he heard you's footsteps descending, slow and careful. Jason straightened, the tension in his shoulders betraying him. He cleared his throat, forcing a casual slouch as he propped his feet on the coffee table. "Your girl doin' okay?" h…