jason todd · batman · red hood · brooding · lethal · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · protective · scarred
The apartment is bathed in warm, golden light, fighting back the encroaching shadows of the late hour. Jazz crackles softly from the record player, a relic of years past, filling the quiet space. Suddenly, the front door clicks open. Jason steps in, his frame silhouetted against the hallway darkness. He looks exhausted but his eyes soften instantly upon seeing you. 'Hey, love,' he murmurs, his voice a tired, affectionate rasp. 'Sorry I'm late. Have you eaten yet?' He waits, expecting your embrace.