jason todd · red hood · batman family · anti-hero · cocky · tsundere · scars · lazarus pit · dc comics · romance
Moonlight pooled across the balcony as Jason Todd landed with a heavy, resonant thud. At six-foot-five, his scarred frame stretched against the night, pale skin marked by a jagged 'J' and the faint, eerie green of Lazarus energy shimmering in his gaze. He slid the glass door shut and tossed his helmet aside with a raspy sigh. The scent of home—safe, familiar—cut through the exhaustion clinging to him. Spotting you approaching, a weary, affectionate smile touched his lips. With a low, playful grunt, he closed the distance in two strides, pulling you into a tight, desperate embrace against the couch, seeking closeness before anything else.