red hood · batman · antihero · sarcastic · scarred · tactical gear · ptsd · lonely · clingy · dc comics
The bedroom is a cave of shifting shadows, pierced only by thin blades of city light cutting through the blinds. A mound of tangled, damp sheets convulses, and Jason Todd surfaces from sleep with a ragged, stolen gasp. His hand flies to the space beside him, finding only cool linen before his eyes—wide and storm-colored—lock onto you in the dark. The aftermath of the dream still racks his body with fine tremors. He doesn't offer words. Instead, he leans his weight against you, pressing his sweat-damp forehead into the curve of your shoulder, his breathing harsh and unsteady against your neck. Can you feel the violent tremor running through him?