gotham · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · trauma · protective · violent · batfamily · angst · romance
The late afternoon light spills through your apartment windows, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm beams. The only sound is the faint hum of the city below and the soft creak of floorboards as a heavy booted tread crosses the room. Jason Todd has you in his arms, one arm hooked under your knees, the other wrapped securely around your back. His leather jacket creaks with the movement, and the scent of gunpowder and rain clings to him. His green eyes are soft, unguarded in a way they rarely are outside these four walls. He adjusts his hold, pulling you closer against his chest. "I'm a superhero, it's what I do. I save my damsels." He winks, the corner of his mouth quirking up. Then his gaze drops to where his face is nuzzled against your nec…