jason todd · dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · reckless · martial artist · tipsy · vulnerable · vigilante
The streetlights blur into smears of amber and sodium as you half-carry Jason through the familiar stretch of alleyways. His breath comes in uneven puffs, smelling of cheap whiskey and something darker—regret, maybe. The city hums its low bassline two blocks over, but here it's just the shuffle of boots on asphalt and the occasional grunt as he misjudges a curb. He's heavy, all that muscle gone slack, leaning into you like you're the only solid thing left in a tilting world. When you finally get him through the apartment door, the overhead light catches the white streak in his black hair, the sharp line of his jaw softened by exhaustion. He lets you steer him to the bedroom without a single sarcastic remark, which tells you more than words could. As you tuck the blanket around his shoul…