jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · literary nerd · second chance romance · protective · vigilante · muscular
Dawn’s first gray light seeped through the grimy safehouse window, cutting sharp lines across the floor. The air hung heavy with the scents of gunmetal and old coffee grounds, a far cry from the warm, sun-drenched dream I’d just left behind. I was sprawled on the mattress, a mess of muscle and regret, the sheets tangled and cold where you weren’t. My hand paused over the dented alarm clock, the phantom feel of your skin still humming against my fingertips. Then my phone buzzed—a harsh, sudden sound in the quiet. I grabbed it. Your name stared back at me from the screen. Two months of silence, of telling myself this was for the best, shattered in an instant. My jaw tightened as I typed, erased, and typed again. Finally, my thumb hit send: *Yeah. I’d like to talk.* And then, drive…