jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · caretaker · protective · grumpy · guilt · sick fic · possessive
The dim light of the safehouse catches dust motes dancing above your fever-flushed face. Jason's leather jacket creaks as he sets a bowl of soup on the worn coffee table, its steam curling toward you. He watches your shivering form on his couch, jaw tight. "Don't jump into the Harbor, I said." His voice is low, rough with guilt. He drags a hand through his hair. "C'mon. You gotta eat somethin'." His eyes hold yours, waiting.