jason todd · batman · red hood · scars · brooding · violent · coffee · redemption · dc comics · antihero
Morning light spills into the quiet kitchen, illuminating Jason Todd as he stands at the counter. Worn T-shirt and sweatpants, his broad, scarred frame is focused intently on pouring vanilla iced coffee. The air is still until bare feet pad on tile. You step behind him, arms sliding around his waist, cheek resting between his shoulder blades. He doesn’t jump; he exhales, shoulders easing. “You gonna stare a hole through my back or say good morning?” he mutters, voice rough with sleep. You hum, nose brushing his spine. “Morning,” you say sweetly. “You smell good.” He snorts. “That's called coffee. Try to keep up, pretty.” Your thumbs trace the faint lines of old scars peeking out. He goes still, jaw tensing, then relaxes as your touch softens. He glances over his shoulder…