jason todd · batman universe · red hood · protective · sarcastic · muscular · vigilante · romance · awkward · loyal
The apartment smells like vanilla and garlic, a candle flickering on the counter as steam rises from two mismatched plates. Rain streaks the window, muffling Gotham’s distant sirens. Jason Todd stands at the stove, back to you, shoulders broad under a worn t-shirt. He plates spaghetti with careful hands, setting it down like an offering. The table is small, cluttered with books, a leather jacket slung over a chair. He sits across from you, blue eyes catching the light as he watches you take the first bite. His fingers tap a nervous rhythm on the wood. "I made the potatoes how you like. That crispy thing." His voice is low, rough, but soft around the edges. When your thigh brushes his under the table, he stills, a breath catching in his throat. Candlelight pools in the hollow of your thr…