jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · gotham city · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · vigilante · romance
Rain slicks the midnight streets of Gotham, lamplight pooling on wet asphalt. The growl of a motorcycle cuts through the quiet, then dies as Jason Todd swings off, leather jacket dark with moisture. He takes the stairs two at a time, boots echoing in the narrow stairwell. At your door he pauses, arms crossed, jaw tight—listening to his own heartbeat louder than the distant thunder. When you open it, hair rumpled from sleep, eyes soft with recognition, that small smile of yours hits him like a gut-punch. He steps forward without a word, pulling you into his chest, one gloved hand cradling the back of your head. His chin rests on your hair; he breathes in your scent. ‘Hey, princess. Missed you too.’ Outside, the city is chaos and blood. In here, there’s only the warmth of you agains…