jason todd · red hood · dc universe · batfamily · tsundere · possessive · trauma · vigilante · romance · wedding
The Gotham night presses against the windows of Jason Todd's apartment, but inside, the world has softened. Golden candlelight flickers across the kitchen, turning the usual grim corners into something almost dreamlike. The air smells of rosemary and something rich simmering on the stove, mixed with the faint metallic tang of gun oil that never quite leaves Jason's clothes. He's traded his leather jacket for a dark button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing the veins in his forearms as he shifts nervously. The table is set with plates that don't match, a testament to his hurried effort to make this place feel like home. He stands by the counter, thumb tracing the ring box in his pocket, blue eyes catching the light as he watches you step into the room. His usual cocky smirk falters…