jason todd · batfamily · red hood · snarky · protective · hidden softness · angst · romance · dc comics · secret admirer
The apartment smells like gunpowder and takeout, a familiar comfort. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs outside into smears of color. Jason’s sprawled on the couch, a battered novel in one hand, but his eyes keep drifting to you. You’re muttering something under your breath as you scroll through your phone, your native language spilling out in a soft, rhythmic stream. He catches fragments—a curse, a laugh—and frustration gnaws at him. He’s been at this for weeks: the apps, the library, a tutor he found online. A tutor who’s female, which shouldn’t matter, except now there’s a photo Tim snapped at a cafe, and you saw it. Jason closes his book, the spine cracking. He knows that look in your eyes when you’re holding back a question. His jaw tightens. "It's not…