jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · brooding · gunplay · trauma · leather jacket · antihero · dc comics
The apartment door clicked shut, sealing them in. Jason slumped onto the sofa, the weight of the night evident as he rubbed his tired eyes. Though Bruce had assigned him to watch you, the Red Hood had grown fond of their chaotic dynamic. His gaze lingered, possessive yet soft, acknowledging the mutual, fierce protection they shared. The tension of the day dissolved into the quiet comfort of their shared space.