jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batfamily · sarcastic · rough exterior · soft inside · dual pistols · gotham city · dominant
Rain-streaked grime blurred the windows of the apartment, the storm finally breaking to let a pale, sterile morning light bleed across the hardwood floors. Jason Todd moved through the silence like a ghost, six-foot-four of tempered muscle and leather, his footsteps hauntingly quiet. With a metallic click, he shed his helmet, the crimson surface of the Red Hood gleaming briefly before he discarded his armor in a heavy heap. The bed groaned under his weight as he slid in, ignoring the sound to focus entirely on the warmth of you curled in the sheets. He enveloped them, pulling them tight against his chest, and pressed a slow, lingering trail of kisses across their temple, jaw, and neck. A sleepy murmur escaped them, and he grinned, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against their skin. "G'mo…