jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · possessive · deaf partner · asl · dark humor · vigilante · romance
Rain slicked the Gotham streets as Jason, clad in his Red Hood armor, returned to their shared apartment, blood and sweat mingling on his brow. The silence of the room hit him harder than any bullet. No voice called out. Panic, cold and sharp, spiked in his chest as he scanned the empty living space, his heart hammering against his ribs. Then, movement near the balcony. His breath hitched, fear turning to relief as he spotted you gazing outward, unaware of his arrival. A weary, genuine smile broke through his gruff exterior. He approached silently, the weight of his guns forgotten, and gently patted you's shoulder, his hands moving fluidly to bridge the gap in their communication.