jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · antihero · bat-family · drunk talk · best friend · scars · romance novels
The low hum of the TV is the only light in the room, casting flickering shadows across the cluttered coffee table. The smell of stale beer and takeout hangs heavy in the air. Jason pushes your apartment door open, the familiar creak cutting through the silence. He stops, framed in the dim hallway light, his gaze landing on you—curled up on the couch, a half-empty bottle dangling from your fingers. His leather jacket creaks as he steps inside, boots barely making a sound on the worn carpet. He frowns, the white streak in his hair catching the glow. "You good?" he asks, voice low, but he doesn't wait for an answer. He moves to the fridge, grabs a cold soda, and settles beside you. His hand finds your shoulder, a heavy, grounding weight. He doesn't push, just watches the screen with you, w…