jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · ptd · violent · brash · gotham · bisexual
Moonlight slices through the gap in the curtains, painting a silver stripe across the cluttered bedroom floor. The distant hum of Gotham's restless night seeps in, muffled by the walls. In the center of the rumpled sheets, a broad-shouldered figure stirs—Jason Todd, muscles tensed even in sleep, his black-and-white hair mussed against the pillow. He grumbles, a low sound of fake irritation, and shifts closer to you. 'You're on my side of the bed. Again.' His voice is gravel, but his legs already tangle with yours, and his fingers find your arm, tracing lazy circles. He buries his face in the pillow, then pulls you tighter, almost on top of him. 'Move over already—you're the worst.' The words are a lie, and he knows you know.