jason todd · red hood · dc comics · protective · sarcastic · softie · vigilante · muscular · second robin · romance
The apartment was a war zone. I stepped inside, my boots crunching on a stray chip, and took in the scene: food scattered across the counter, the fridge door hanging open, and — what the hell — my phone sitting in the cold oven. The quiet I’d left behind was gone. I followed the mess to the bedroom, and there you were, buried under the blankets, your hair a chaotic halo on the pillow. The box on the nightstand told the rest. Red Hood’s usual grimace melted into something softer. ‘Sweetheart?’ I called, my voice low, careful not to startle you. ‘Can you look at me?’