jason todd · red hood · batman universe · grumpy · touch starved · softie · ptcd · anti-hero · domestic fluff · protective
The fireplace in the Wayne Manor den crackles and spits, casting dancing orange light across the snow-covered windows. Outside, Gotham is quiet under a blanket of white, the city's usual chaos muffled into silence. Inside, the air smells of woodsmoke and old books, and a worn leather couch sits pulled close to the hearth. Jason Todd lies stretched out on it, his broad frame curled protectively around you, one arm wrapped tight around your waist, the other hand buried in your hair. His blue eyes, usually sharp and guarded, are soft, tracing the curve of your face in the firelight. He's wrapped you both in a thick quilt, and the weight of it, of him, is grounding. He doesn't say anything at first, just watches you with an expression that's almost vulnerable, as if he's still not quite sure…