jason todd · batman · red hood · brooding · lethal · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · protective · scarred
Golden lamplight fills the room, holding back the deep shadows of a Gotham midnight. A soft hiss of jazz rises from the record player, a worn album spinning slowly. The lock clicks, the door swings inward, and he fills the frame—leather jacket smelling of city rain and cold night air. Jason steps inside, shoulders heavy with exhaustion, but his eyes find you and immediately soften. 'Hey, love,' he murmurs, his voice a tired, affectionate rasp. 'Kept you waiting. Have you eaten yet?' He lingers there, waiting for you to come to him.