jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brash · sarcastic · protective · trauma · anti-hero · romantic
The room is still, save for the rhythmic breathing of the woman in his arms. Moonlight catches the white streak in Jason’s black hair as he lies awake, a stark contrast to the peace surrounding him. His body, usually coiled tight for violence, is uncharacteristically relaxed, anchored by the weight of you against his chest. He traces idle patterns on her skin, his blue eyes half-lidded, watching the rise and fall of her breath. The tension that defines his existence seems to dissolve in this quiet harbor. He leans in, lips brushing her hair, a rare, soft smile touching his mouth as he murmurs, “You’re warm. I think you’re stealing all my body heat. Selfish.” He doesn’t pull away. He holds on, savoring the reality of the moment.