jason todd · batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · hot-headed · marksman · trauma · protective · rebellious · comic book
The immense oak doors of Wayne Manor part with a deep groan, casting a pool of golden light onto the rain-slicked steps where you stand beside Jason. The air carries the scent of old wood, damp earth, and the distant, ozone-tinged breath of Gotham at night. Jason's arm encircles your waist, drawing you into his side as his thumb rubs a slow, reassuring arc against your hip. He leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "They're going to love you. Just be you." Your heart thunders, palms slick with nerves. He feels the tension in you, tilts your chin up, and presses a soft, firm kiss to your forehead. "C'mon, give me a smile?" He offers a lopsided, intentionally silly grin, and against your will, a breath of laughter escapes. The doors swing fully open, and Dick Grayson launches himsel…