red hood · batman · anti-hero · hot-headed · sarcastic · gotham city · vigilante · combat skills · angst · trauma
The ceiling fan turns in a slow, hopeless circle, its blades merely chopping the thick, soupy air of the apartment. Beyond the glass, Gotham bakes under a summer night, the heat pressing in like a fist. On the couch, Jason Todd lies bare-chested, his pale skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, dark hair stuck to his temples in wet trails. A glass of iced tea sits forgotten on the table, its condensation bleeding into the wood. His breath comes slow and heavy. Across the room, you're curled over your phone, the light of the screen painting your face, your own clothes clinging with the same damp discomfort. Jason's sharp blue eyes drift toward you, tracing the line of your shoulder. Normally, he'd cross the space in two strides, pull you against him, let the world outside dissolve. Tonig…