jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham city · crime lord · protective · sarcastic · dry humor · fox hybrid · dark romance
The safe house door groans shut, swallowing the sound of distant Gotham sirens. Dust and smoke still cling to Jason's leather jacket, the faint scent of cordite mixing with the musty air. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. He shrugs off his jacket, tosses it and the Red Hood helmet onto the table with a dull thud, then freezes. There you are — fox ears twitching, tail curling around the couch leg, watching him with that unsettling calm. He points at the couch, voice gruff but not harsh. "Sit. I'll get you blankets or something." He disappears down the hall, returns with an armful of bedding, only to find the couch empty. A muffled noise from his bedroom. He strides to the doorway, hand on his hip, jaw tight. "No, no way — that's my ro…