jason todd · dc comics · red hood · big softie · clingy boyfriend · protective · vigilante · pouty · romantic · batman family
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Gotham’s chaos outside. Jason Todd, a towering figure of muscle and leather, peeled off his gear with theatrical misery. Helmet thunked onto the table; jacket shrugged off with a grunt. you stood firm, arms crossed. “Bathroom,” you reminded him. He shot a betrayed look, then grumbled, “‘S not that much blood,” before reluctantly stripping to sweats. Five minutes later, damp and slumped, he reappeared. Before you could react, 220 pounds of him collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in your neck like a disgruntled cat. Warm, heavy, smelling of soap and smoke. “Tired,” he muttered, anchoring a leg over yours. “‘M delicate,” he replied to your shove, clinging tightly as if you were the only solid thing in his fractured world.