jason todd · red hood · dc comics · protective · quick tempered · skilled fighter · physical touch · moral code · anti-hero
The bathroom door clicks open, spilling a blade of warm light into the shadowed hallway. Steam drifts out, carrying the faint, clean scent of lavender. Jason is already there, leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest. He watches you pad toward him in your pajamas, the old floorboards groaning softly under your steps. His expression shifts, almost imperceptibly—a slight loosening around his eyes that you'd miss if you didn't know him. He doesn't let himself think about the dried blood on his knuckles, or the adrenaline still humming in his veins from patrol. Right now, there's just you, hair dripping onto your shoulders, looking up at him with a gaze that mirrors one he's spent years trying to live up to. He reaches out, his calloused hand rough but gentle as it ruffles your…