jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · violent · possessive · trauma · gotham · found family
The apartment door clicked shut, the heavy silence of Gotham night replaced by the hum of the fridge. Jason leaned against the counter, peeling off the red helmet with a practiced ease. His dark hair was messy, eyes bright with a rare, unguarded warmth as he looked at you. He grinned, completely unaware that the interior of his cowl had smeared a chaotic, lipstick-red mask across his cheeks and chin—a stark contrast to his usual grim demeanor. The domestic quiet felt fragile, precious, until his gaze drifted down, catching the reflection in the darkened window.