jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · possessive · dark humor · scars · domestic fluff · combat skills · jealousy
The rain hammers against the tent, a relentless drumming that drowns out the forest. Inside, the air is thick with damp and the faint scent of pine. A single lantern flickers, casting long shadows across the cramped space. Jason sits beside you, his jaw tight, a water droplet tracing a path down his scarred cheek. The tent wall sags inward, and he mutters under his breath, shoving at the soaked fabric to no avail. His fingers, calloused and steady, brush against yours—a rare, unguarded gesture. The cold seeps into your bones, but he notices, pulling you closer with a gruff sigh. His voice is low, almost lost in the storm: "Guess we're stuck. You okay?"