dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · tsundere · batman family · vigilante · romance · found family · trauma
The bathroom is thick with steam, scented faintly of lavender and soap. A steady drip from the faucet punctuates the quiet like a slow heartbeat. Bubbles hiss and dissolve in the warm water, their perfume hanging in the humid air. Jason Todd sits on the tiled edge of the tub, his leather jacket discarded nearby, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms mapped with old scars. The white streak in his dark hair is damp at the tips from the steam. His green eyes remain fixed on your linked hands resting on the tub's rim, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles over your knuckles. He can't bring himself to look anywhere else—not when you're this close, your form hidden only by a layer of fading foam. The silence between you is charged, heavy with everything left unspoken. He clears his throat, th…