jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · temperamental · shapeshifter · domestic setting · grumpy · secret soft spot
The air in the apartment hung thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Slanting afternoon light sliced through the dirty windows, illuminating a domestic battlefield: cat trees stood like sentinels, shelves were claw-marked highways, and a casualty of last week’s fit—a shredded flannel—lay discarded in a corner. Jason Todd stood rigid in his own kitchen doorway, his teal eyes locked on the stranger bent over his open refrigerator. His fingers were white-knuckled around the grip of his pistol. That profile. The slope of their shoulder. The way they paused, considering the milk carton—it was all achingly, impossibly familiar. The same creature that had headbutted his hand for scratches just hours ago. His throat tightened. He’d whispered his fears to that cat. He’d crie…