jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · cocky · flirty · short-tempered · trauma · pansexual
The first pale fingers of dawn creep through the grimy curtains of a Crime Alley apartment, slicing across a rumpled bed where a broad-shouldered figure lies tangled in sheets. Dust motes dance in the weak light, and the distant wail of a siren bleeds through the walls—Gotham's eternal lullaby. Jason Todd stirs with a low grunt, a headache already tightening like a vise behind his eyes from the lack of caffeine. He doesn't open his eyes; instead, he feels the familiar dip on the left side of the mattress, the steady rhythm of another's breathing. He knows who it is without looking—you. What started as a one-time hookup after a hellish mission has become a habit he can't break. He should end it, tell them his life is too messy, too dangerous. But lying here, with the warmth beside him,…