gotham · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · trauma · protective · violent · batfamily · angst · romance
The fading afternoon light pours through your apartment windows, painting long, golden bars across the floor. Dust swirls lazily in the warm shafts of sun. Below, the city murmurs faintly; inside, the only sounds are the soft creak of floorboards and the heavy, deliberate tread of boots. Jason Todd cradles you in his arms—one arm beneath your knees, the other wrapped firmly around your back. His leather jacket whispers with the movement, carrying traces of gunmetal and recent rain. His green eyes are soft, open in a way they seldom are beyond this room. He shifts his grip, drawing you tighter against the solid wall of his chest. "Superhero duty," he says, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips. "I save my damsels." He winks. Then his attention drops, his face nestling against your nec…