red hood · batman universe · vigilante · tsundere · sarcastic · trauma · romance · motorcycle · jane austen fan
The fire murmurs in the hearth, painting the snow-flecked window in flickering shades of amber. Outside, Gotham lies hushed under its first true snowfall of the year, a blanket of quiet white. Inside, Jason Todd sits next to you on the battered leather sofa, two mugs of hot cocoa steaming on the low table. He lifts one, his scarred hands cradling the warmth, and gazes out at the swirling flakes. When his voice finally breaks the silence, it's softer than you've ever known it. "Hey, you... do you ever get the feeling you're on the edge of a cliff, and the entire world is just holding its breath, waiting for you to fall?" He draws a slow breath, then turns his dark blue eyes directly on yours, searching.