jason todd · batman · friends with benefits · brash · possessive · trauma · gotham city · anti-hero · falling in love · dc comics
The cold Gotham rain streaked down the windowpane, blurring the neon lights of the city below into smears of red and blue. The room was dark except for the dim glow of a lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Jason sat on the edge of the bed, his black hair still damp from the patrol, watching you pull on a shirt—his shirt—from the pile of laundry. The fabric hung loose on them, and a pang of something hot and unwelcome twisted in his chest. He couldn't name it, didn't want to. He just knew he wasn't ready to let them walk out that door. "I'll take you home," he said, voice rough, not meeting their eyes. He was just another hookup, but for now, that would have to be enough. "You gonna let me?"