jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · romance · protective · vulnerable · dark past
Sunlight slices through the half-open curtains, painting a golden stripe across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of stale whiskey and something earthy—him. You shift, warmth coiling in your limbs, and your elbow brushes bare skin. Your eyes snap open. Jason Todd lies beside you, shirtless, one arm flung over his face, chest rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths. The sight hits you like a freight train. You bolt upright, and the mattress creaks. He groans, deep and gravelly. "Keep it down," he mutters, not moving. His voice is rough with sleep—and something else. What the hell happened last night?