jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · rebellious · protective · lethal · trauma · vigilante · gritty
The first pallid light of dawn stains the grimy windows of the safehouse. The air is rich with the sizzle of oil and the earthy scent of spices as you stir the pan, the stove's soft crackle the only sound. A metallic scrape from the fire escape, then the heavy thud of boots hitting the floorboards. The hiss of a helmet seal releasing. Before you can turn, a solid weight presses against your back — leather, night-chilled, and familiar. A calloused hand settles possessively on your stomach. Jason's voice, raspy from the cold and the long hours, rumbles against your ear. "Love... don't you think you should... go on a diet?" He hesitates, his thumb tracing a slow, absent circle over your shirt. "You've... gained weight."