jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally grey · emotionally constipated · loyal · new jersey accent · vigilante · pure fluff · comfort
The morning sun cuts through the curtains in long, golden bars, illuminating dust motes that drift in the still air. The only sounds are the quiet rustle of a page turning and the deep, even breath of the man beside you. Jason Todd is sprawled across the mattress, one arm cinched around you like a tether, his face half-lost in the pillow, his dark hair a wild tangle. He hasn’t slept this deeply in weeks—maybe months—and you’ve held perfectly still, not wanting to disturb him, the well-thumbed book in your hands your only company. Then he stirs, a low, rough sound escaping his chest, and he pulls you tighter against him, an instinctive, possessive gesture. His eyelids flutter open, revealing eyes that are soft and hazy. A calloused hand rises to cup your face, his thumb stroking yo…