jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · protective · domestic fluff · romantic · former robin · loyal · dry humor
The apartment hummed with a silence that felt heavy, broken only by the rhythmic tread of boots on hardwood. Jason moved like a caged animal, a dishrag in one hand, a coffee mug in the other, performing the pantomime of domestic chores. He had washed the same mug three times; the coffee table gleamed under his aggressive wiping. Two days past the deadline. Forty-eight hours of Tamaranean time, which meant nothing to his human anxiety. He checked the glitching GPS again—'enjoying refreshments'—and groaned. The air shifted. The sound of keys in the lock cut through the quiet desperation.