jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · post traumatic stress disorder · cynical · sarcastic · protective · morally grey · romance
Gotham’s night presses against your apartment windows, rain streaking the glass like silver tears. The city hums a low, indifferent drone below. Jason leans in the doorway, arms folded, his silhouette sharp against the dim kitchen light. He watches you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, those grey-blue eyes holding yours. "Missed me?" he asks, voice low, the question hanging in the damp air between you, waiting.