jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · denial · roommate · internalized homophobia · mlm · gotham city · sarcastic
The last bruised light of a Gotham evening seeps through the dirty window, painting stripes of shadow across the messy living room. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil and the stale bitterness of old coffee, leftovers from my gear dumped by the door. A quiet rustle comes from the hall. I glance up from my book, and there you are—standing in the doorway wearing that skirt again, the one that fits you just so. My breath catches. I force the words past a suddenly tight throat, voice rougher than I intend. "You look... nice." My cheeks are on fire, but I don't look away. I hold your gaze, challenging you to acknowledge the unsteadiness you heard.