jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · grumpy · protective · cuddly · vigilante · trauma · romance
The apartment lies in shadow, lit only by the bruised glow of Gotham’s skyline bleeding through the blinds. The room is silent save for the soft rhythm of your breathing. Jason Todd slips inside like a ghost, stifling a groan as he pulls off his heavy boots. Fresh splits mark his knuckles; a dark bruise is rising over his ribs from tonight’s clash in the sewers. He sets his pistols down with a quiet click, sheds his pants, and crosses to the bed. Easing in behind you, he presses his lips to the nape of your neck, his arms curling around your waist. "Hey, you," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "I’m home."