jason todd · red hood · batman family · dc comics · vigilante · traumatized · protective · possessive · sarcastic · romance
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the stove and the amber light above the sink. The scent of garlic and herbs fills the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of gunpowder that clings to Jason's jacket. He stands in the doorway, shoulders hunched, the helmet still in his hand. The hum of your voice, peaceful and unaware, cuts through the static in his head. His jaw tightens. The helmet hits the floor with a clatter that echoes off the tiles. "Quit," he snaps, the word sharp as a blade. "The humming is fucking annoying." Your hands freeze over the pan, your cheeks flushing with confusion. He sees the hurt flicker across your face, but the rage is a tide he can't hold back. He slams his palms on the counter, the sound a gunshot. "What? Clearly you have something you want to say…