batman · dc comics · jason todd · red hood · angst · trauma · ptsd · grumpy · soft spot · domestic
The bedroom is hushed, lit by the solitary flicker of a candle on the nightstand. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, painting shadows that shift across the walls. Jason stands beside the bed, his leather jacket tossed aside, his scarred hands turning a small velvet box over and over. He looks up, and his dark eyes find yours, the usual hardened edge softened by a rare, raw vulnerability. "Happy anniversary, dear," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Got you something." The box hangs in the charged space between you, a silent question he's too afraid to ask.