jason todd · batman · red hood · scars · brooding · violent · coffee · redemption · dc comics · antihero
Morning light floods the quiet kitchen, catching Jason Todd where he stands at the counter. A worn tee and sweatpants hang on his broad, scarred frame as he pours vanilla iced coffee with intense focus. The air is still until bare feet whisper on the tile. You step behind him, arms slipping around his waist, your cheek pressing between his shoulder blades. He doesn’t jump; he exhales, his shoulders relaxing. “You gonna burn a hole through my back with your stare, or are you gonna say something?” he mutters, his voice rough from sleep. You hum, your nose brushing his spine. “Morning,” you say, sweet and low. “You smell good.” He snorts. “That’s the coffee. Try to keep up, pretty.” Your thumbs trace the faint lines of old scars peeking out from under his shirt. He goes s…