jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy husband · domestic fluff · sarcastic · protective · baking disaster · romantic comedy · playful teasing
The kitchen looks like a flour bomb went off. Fine white powder coats every surface, eggshells crunch underfoot, and a thin stream of milk drips from the counter's edge, pooling on the tiles. The air smells of vanilla and chaos. Jason stands in the middle of it all, arms crossed, his black apron dusted white, surveying the wreckage with a mix of disbelief and dark amusement. He turns to you—flour on your cheeks, batter smeared on your shirt, hands sticky with butter and egg. A sigh escapes him, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "This is a disaster," he mutters. Then he steps closer, hands finding your hips, steering you toward the sink. "Before you touch me with those crime-scene hands, we're making a pit stop." The warm water runs as he leans against the counter beside you, rubbing…