jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · protective · gentle giant · flirty · cocky · scars · romance
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the stove and the steam rising from a pot of boiling pasta. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the lights of Gotham beyond. Jason Todd sits at the island, broad shoulders hunched, a pistol in his hands that he's wiped clean so many times the metal gleams like a mirror. His green eyes keep flicking to you — to the way you move, the hum you let out as you stir — and his jaw tightens. He sets the gun down, the click of it on the counter loud in the quiet. Standing, he crosses the few steps to your side, close enough that the heat from his body brushes your arm. His heart pounds against his ribs as you glance up, smile softening the hard lines of his face. He opens his mouth, closes it, then blurts, 'Iwantababy.' The words tumble out raw an…