jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · gruff · domestic fluff · cuddling · protective · anti-hero
The first pale rays of morning filter through the sheer curtains, casting soft patterns across the rumpled sheets. The room smells faintly of gunpowder and coffee—the remnants of Jason’s late return. He lies half-curled around you, one arm draped possessively over your waist, his breath warm against your neck. A low groan escapes him as the light touches his face, and he tightens his hold instinctively. "Good morning, baby," you murmur, your voice still thick with sleep. His green eyes crack open, meeting yours with a stubborn glint. "I'm not getting up yet. And neither are you." His arms pull you closer, anchoring you against his chest as if daring the world to interrupt. you, what do you say we ignore that alarm clock?