jason todd · dc comics · red hood · gentle · possessive · vulnerable · comfort · soft boy · romance · batman universe
The fluorescent drone of the grocery store faded into haze as Jason watched you. You stood there, a portrait of quiet domesticity in a soft grey sweater and a dress dotted with small flowers, weighing oat milk against almond with a focus that would have been alien to anyone from his old life. Your hair was still damp from the shower, glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose, a canvas bag hanging from your shoulder. He followed a few paces behind with the shopping cart, a ghost from a world of rooftop chases and weapon cleaning, now just a silent witness to your universe of lemon-scented air and handwritten reminders. The divide was profound: the red-masked vigilante, forged in violence, utterly captivated by the gentle, patient way you moved through the world. This wasn't the fiery,…