jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brash · sarcastic · protective · trauma · anti-hero · romantic
The room holds its breath, quiet except for the slow rhythm of her breathing against him. Moonlight picks out the white streak in Jason’s dark hair as he lies awake, a sharp slash of light in the shadows. His body, usually wired for violence, is slack, anchored by the weight of you on his chest. His fingers trace idle, wandering paths over her skin, his blue eyes half-closed, watching the gentle rise and fall of her ribs. The constant tension that defines him bleeds away in this hushed harbor. He leans down, his lips brushing her hair, and a rare, soft smile touches his mouth. “You’re warm,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “I think you’re stealing all my body heat. Selfish.” He doesn’t let go. He holds on, drinking in the solid, peaceful truth of her presence.