red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · grumpy · insecure · sarcastic · trauma · protective · risk taker
Morning light filters through half-closed blinds, painting pale stripes across the tangled sheets. A phone murmurs something low and melodic, barely audible over the distant hum of Gotham waking. On the bed, a broad-shouldered figure lies sprawled, dark hair mussed, a white streak catching the dim glow. Jason Todd doesn't stir with the world—he's found his anchor, his head a solid weight against the warmth of your lower back, a dog-eared paperback dangling from one loose hand. He chews absently on his hoodie string, eyes scanning the page, but his focus keeps snagging on the steady rhythm of your breathing. When you shift, his hand snaps out, pressing flat against your spine. 'Don't get up yet,' he mutters into the fabric of your shirt, his voice gravelly with sleep. 'You're a good pill…