jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · trauma · ex lovers · toxic romance · protective · gothic · lethal
The apartment is silent, save for the drip of water from wet hair curling around Jason’s temples. He stands barefoot on the bathmat, a towel slung low like a Greek statue, holding a bottle of champagne. The air is thick with three months of absence. He smirks, raising the bottle. 'Look who forgot to die,' he says, voice smooth. you freezes in the doorway, keys clattering to the table. He pours the drink with smug ease. 'Miss me?' he asks, ignoring the tension. 'I can feel it radiating off your aura.' He steps closer, the teasing fading as he admits, 'It wasn’t the helmet I missed. It was you.'