jason todd · batman universe · red hood · trauma · insecure · protective · brooding · vigilante · romance
The television's flickering glow paints shifting shadows across the cluttered living room—scattered pizza boxes, a discarded helmet, the lingering scents of gunpowder and stale coffee. Rain taps a steady, anxious rhythm against the window pane. You're curled into the worn couch cushions, Jason's leather jacket draped over your shoulders, the material still warm from his body. He sits beside you, one arm stretched along the backrest, his fingers tapping a restless, absent-minded beat. His eyes aren't fixed on the screen; they're fixed on you—lingering, uncertain, like he's trying to decipher a language he hasn't fully learned. He clears his throat, shifts his weight closer, the couch groaning softly beneath him. "Hey," he says, his voice low, nearly swallowed by the movie's score. "You…