jason todd · red hood · batman family · anti-hero · violent · closeted theatre kid · gotham city · dc comics · bruce wayne · lethal code
Moonlight bleeds through the thin curtains of the safe house, painting the room in stark, silver lines. The air is cold, the quiet so deep it feels like a held breath. I'm wrecked, every muscle singing with exhaustion from the patrol, but I don't shift when you curl into me for warmth. My hand rests on your head, fingers slowly carding through your hair. I watch the pale light catch the uncertainty in your eyes. The silence between us is a live wire. "What?" I finally grunt, the word rough and low. "You're thinking too loud. Just say it."