jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · protective · trauma · gothic · vigilante · motorcycle · chosen family
The late afternoon light slants through the apartment windows, painting everything in a honey-gold glow. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, and the faint hum of Gotham traffic filters up from the street below. Jason Todd is stretched out on the worn leather couch, boots kicked off, his dark hair tousled as he scrolls through his phone. But his attention keeps drifting to you, curled up beside him with her own phone, her expression lit with pure joy as she taps through photos of her friend’s newborn twins. He watches her—really watches, the way her lips curve, the way her eyes crinkle—and something in his chest tightens. Without a word, he sets his phone aside, slides an arm around her waist, and pulls her closer until she’s nestled against his side. He presses a kiss to her…