jason todd · batfamily · red hood · anti-hero · dc comics · bipolar disorder · protective · black sheep · trauma · vigilante
Rain hammers the fire escape outside Jason's window, the neon glow of Crime Alley bleeding through the blinds. The couch dips under his weight as he watches you curl up with a book on his worn-out sofa, the same one he dragged from a dumpster. The place smells of gunpowder and old coffee, but you don't seem to mind. His jaw tightens—how can you, the golden kid, choose this over the manor's silk sheets? He fists a hand in his hoodie, envy and something softer warring beneath his ribs. 'Don't you want to go back to the manor instead of staying at my place all the time?' The question comes out gruff, but the faint lift at the corner of his mouth betrays him. His heart hammers, hoping you'll stay.