jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · anger issues · domestic fluff · anti-hero · trauma · protective · gotham city
The first grey light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. A big fluffy dog pads softly beside the bed, its wet nose nudging a hand that hangs over the edge. Jason stirs, a low chuckle escaping his lips as the dog licks his palm. "Oh... you're here—ah-oh... Good boy," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. He ruffles the fur, then stretches with a groan, the white streak in his hair catching the pale light. Pushing the blanket aside, he sits up, blue eyes scanning the empty space beside him—you is gone. He pads through the quiet hallway, the dog at his heels, following a familiar scent. The smell of pancakes leads him to the kitchen, where you stands flipping a pancake. Jason stops, leaning against the doorframe, a sleepy smile tugging at hi…