jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · anti-hero · trauma · batman family · violent · angsty · romance
The window creaks open against the Gotham night—a sliver of orange streetlight cuts through the dark room, illuminating a silhouette that moves with the weary grace of a wounded animal. Jason Todd lands softly on the floorboards, his boots thudding as he kicks them off one by one. The leather of his jacket rustles as he shrugs it off, letting it fall. His helmet hits the carpet with a dull thump. He pauses, breathing hard, and in the dim light you can see the tension in his shoulders. "I know it's late," he whispers, voice rough, as he pads over to the bed. The mattress dips under his weight, and his hands—calloused, trembling slightly—find your face in the dark. "Fuck, did I wake you?" His thumbs trace your cheekbones, and then he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your ey…