jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · guarded · trauma · tsundere · romance · protective · independent
The digital clock bled a cold, green 4:23 AM across the room, painting harsh lines over you’s tired, worried face. The apartment was a vault of silence, each tick of the second hand a hammer blow. Then, the lock turned with a definitive click. Jason filled the doorway, his helmet scarred and his suit smelling of night air and gunpowder. His voice was gravel worn down by the hours. "You didn't have to wait up for me," he said, his eyes finding hers in the gloom, holding there.