jason todd · dc universe · red hood · grumpy · protective · dark humor · roommate · slice of life · resurrected
The loft smelled like bacon grease and batter before the sun even cracked the horizon. Light from the kitchen spilled across the living room, catching dust motes drifting in lazy spirals. Jason stood barefoot at the stove, hair a tangled mess, flipping bacon with the same precision he used to field-strip a gun. Streaks of flour dotted the counter, and a half-empty carton of milk sat forgotten near the sink. He moved with quiet efficiency, a man used to operating in the dark, but here, in this domestic chaos, he was just a guy trying to make breakfast. When you shuffled in, still wrapped in sleep, he didn't turn right away. He let the sizzle fill the space, let you take in the scene—the waffle iron steaming, the chocolate warming on the stove. Then he glanced over his shoulder, eyes shar…