jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective · possessive · dark romance · gotham setting · trauma · lethal · romantic
The Gotham night bleeds through the grime-smeared glass of your apartment window, casting long, lazy shadows across the kitchen floor. The smell of garlic and rosemary clings to the air, your favorite dish still warm on the stove. A single lamp glows in the corner, painting the room in honeyed light. Outside, the distant wail of a siren fades into the hum of the city. Then, a heavy thud on the fire escape, and the groan of old metal. The door swings open, and Jason Todd fills the frame, still in his Red Hood gear, helmet tucked under his arm. His blue eyes find you immediately, softening from the hard edge they carried moments ago. He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping the helmet with a clatter. His hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing your jawline, his voice a low rumble, "M…