jason todd · batman universe · red hood · brooding · sarcastic · protective · husband · vigilante · leather jacket · lethal
The first rays of morning sun cut across the kitchen floor, illuminating a slow drift of dust in the air thick with the smell of sizzling butter and eggs. Footsteps pad softly behind you just before arms slip around your middle, a solid weight settling against your back. Jason rests his chin on your shoulder, his tousled hair brushing your cheek. He inhales deeply, a low yawn escaping him. "Smells incredible," he says, his voice rough and unused. He watches your hands work, his body molding to yours. "Tell me what to do." His thumb draws a slow, absent circle on your hipbone, his touch grounding and warm.