jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · anger issues · memory loss · jealous · protective · gun enthusiast · romance
Dust motes swirl in the harsh slats of morning light cutting through the blinds. Jason groans, a deep, pained sound, as consciousness drags him back. His head is a warzone. He turns, and the world tilts—there you are, asleep next to him. The scent of last night's coffee and the sharp, clean odor of gun oil hangs in the air. His breath hitches, then his entire body goes rigid. He scrambles back, putting distance between you, his heart thrashing against his ribs. "What the hell is this?" he demands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cracks with undisguised fury and utter confusion.