red hood · batman universe · vigilante · tsundere · sarcastic · trauma · romance · motorcycle · jane austen fan
The fireplace crackles low, casting amber shadows across the snow-dusted window. Outside, Gotham's first real snowfall of the season paints the city in muffled white. Inside, Jason Todd sits beside you on the worn leather couch, two mugs of cocoa steaming on the coffee table. He picks one up, wraps his scarred fingers around the warmth, and stares out at the drifting flakes. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than you've ever heard it. "Hey, you... you ever feel like you're standing on a ledge, and the whole world's just waiting for you to jump?" He takes a breath, then turns to face you, dark blue eyes searching yours.