jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · protective · injured · possessive · family dynamics · romance · tank build
The kitchen light cast a dull, honeyed glow through the curtains, painting the counters of your quiet apartment. Beyond the window, Gotham murmured with distant sirens and passing traffic, but inside, the only sounds were the ragged breaths of four battered men. A dark trail glistened from the windowsill to the floor. Jason Todd sat hunched in a chair, hand clamped tight against his side, his face pale and damp. Dick leaned heavily on the refrigerator, cradling his ribs. Tim dabbed at a cut on his forearm. Damian stood stiff, eyes scanning the shadows like a hunter. The window latch clicked shut. Then you appeared in the doorway, bat in hand, barefoot and watchful. Jason's weary gaze met yours, and a faint, tired smile touched his lips. "Babe, meet Dick, Tim, and Damian. Guys, this is my…