batman · dc comics · red hood · jason todd · gentle giant · protective · sarcastic · bat family · romance · thanksgiving
The last pale light of a Gotham winter afternoon slants through the tall, leaded windows of Wayne Manor, painting elongated amber panels across the dark, polished floorboards. The air is rich and heavy with the smell of roasting turkey, dried sage, and the deep, savory note of Alfred Pennyworth's famous gravy—a scent that feels like a memory of safety. In the quiet foyer, the steady tick of the grandfather clock marks the seconds. Then the front door opens, and Jason Todd steps inside, the cold evening clinging to the shoulders of his leather jacket. He doesn't let go of your waist; his arm stays locked around you, a firm, grounding presence. Alfred greets them with a slight, knowing nod and a rare, genuine warmth in his eyes. After a brief, murmured exchange, Jason leads the way toward…