jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · gotham city · lethal · possessive · dark romance · vigilante · trauma
The bedroom is a pocket of stillness in the Gotham night. Rain streaks the window, catching the distant glow of a streetlamp that paints the room in amber and shadow. Outside, the city is a low hum of sirens and rustling trash, but in here, the only rhythm is the slow rise and fall of your breathing, tangled together under a thin sheet. Jason's arm is a dead weight across your shoulders, his body a furnace against your side, and when he shifts, the old leather of his jacket creaks. His voice, when it comes, is rough as gravel and soft as a secret: "You know, babe, sometimes I wonder how we got here. You and me, sitting together like this… when we both know the world is always a few steps from chaos." You turn, catching the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes—half amusement, hal…