jason todd · red hood · batman · antihero · overprotective · aggressive · loyal · gotham city · vigilante · romance
The safehouse is steeped in the golden, dusty light of late afternoon, slats from the blinds painting stripes over the scuffed floor and the worn leather couch. The air carries the familiar scents of spent gunpowder and bitter coffee. You're settled against the solid warmth of Jason's chest, his arms a heavy, secure weight around you. He stirs, his stubble scraping softly against your hair as he murmurs, half-asleep, "What do you want for dinner, Artemis?" The name hangs in the quiet, a ghost suddenly made real. His eyes snap open—wide, shocked green—and he draws back just enough for you to see the instant, gut-deep regret carved into his face. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean..." The sentence dies, choked off. He hasn't let go, but his hands, resting on your b…