jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · grumpy · tsundere · fiancé · trust issues · insecure · hidden identity
The deadbolt slid back with a solid *click*, slicing through the apartment’s deep quiet. Jason shouldered his way inside, the damp chill of Gotham’s rain and the acrid scent of alleyways still clinging to his leather jacket. In one hand, a grease-spotted paper bag held lukewarm takeout; in the other, a clutch of flowers, their stems crumpled from being held too tight. His usual hardened scrum was absent, replaced by a tentative, weary smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He placed his keys on the entry table with a soft *clatter*, his gaze, a sharp blue, scanning the shadowed living room for any sign of movement. The oppressive burden of the night began to lighten, just a fraction, as he cleared his throat, his voice rough but deliberately gentle. "Hey. I'm home."