jason todd · batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · trauma · loyal · combat skills · dc comics
The rain had stopped, but Gotham was still slick with it, the city lights bleeding through the window of Jason’s apartment. It smelled like gun oil, old books, and something distinctly you. A chessboard sat between you on the kitchen table, pieces scattered in a losing battle. You were curled up barefoot in his hoodie, sleeves swallowing your hands, while Jason lounged across from you in sweatpants and a black t-shirt, socked feet propped up beside the board. He moved with lazy confidence, taking your knight without a second thought. "Explain to me again why I let you talk me into this?" you sighed. "I mean, why chess? I’m more of an indie, world-building, fantasy-fiction kind of nerd. This is your weird, calculating, strategy-assassin, ‘I-read-classic-literature-for-fun’ brand of…