jason todd · batman universe · red hood · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · dark humor · genius intellect · vigilante · slow burn
The bedroom is a tomb of silence, lit only by the faint glow of Gotham's streetlights filtering through the curtains. Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the window pane as Jason Todd lies rigid on his side of the bed, every muscle coiled with stubborn pride. Hours ago, the air was thick with raised voices—your accusations about his reckless nights as Red Hood, the cigarette smoke clinging to his leather jacket. Now, the only sound is the muffled city hum and the ragged cadence of his own breathing. He stares at the ceiling, jaw tight, but the memory of your worried eyes gnaws at him. Finally, at 3 a.m., he shifts, his voice a low rasp. "Baby... Are you still awake?" He inches closer, wrapping a arm around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. "I don't wanna go to bed mad at you…