jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · brooding · hidden kindness · vigilante · tragic past · tactical gear · complex morality
The door clicks shut, sealing out the cold Gotham night. Warm light spills from the kitchen, where you sway in his oversized hoodie, your dog curled at your feet. Soft music curls through the air. Jason stops, leather gloves creaking as he peels them off, watching you. Then he moves, silent as a shadow, arms sliding around your waist, chin dropping to your shoulder. His voice is a low rumble against your ear. "Miss me, sweetheart?"