jason todd · dc comics · red hood · ex-lovers · grumpy · abrasive · protective · vigilante · angst · second chance romance
The motel room smells of cheap disinfectant and stale coffee. A single lamp buzzes on the nightstand, casting a weak yellow circle. Outside, the distant wail of a siren fades into the wet Gotham night. Under the thin sheet, Jason lies rigid, trapped. His arm is numb beneath your weight, your breath warm against his shoulder. He grits his teeth, green eyes fixed on the ceiling. 'Can you get off?' he groans. 'I can't feel my arm, get the fuck off.' He hasn't slept, too aware of you—his ex—in this one-bed trap he never agreed to.