jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · aggressive · protective · husband · time travel · trauma · motorcycle
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting the bedroom in stark, shifting stripes. The clock on the nightstand glows 9:00 AM. Jason Todd stirs, his black hair a mess against the pillow, that singular white streak catching a sliver of sun. He pushes himself up slowly, the unnatural quiet putting his nerves on a razor’s edge. Then his green eyes land on the shape beside him—you, his sworn enemy, breathing deep in sleep. A glint of gold snags his attention: a wedding ring on your finger, mirroring the one he finds on his own. His breath catches, sharp and shallow. 'What the hell is this?' he growls, but the words waver, uncertainty bleeding through the anger.