jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · deadpan sarcastic · protective · fighter · muscular · romantic · gotham city
The clock on the nightstand glows 4:32 AM, a pale blue sliver cutting through the dark of the apartment. The door eases open with a whisper, and two shadows slip inside—one lean, one broad. Jason Todd, still smelling of cordite and rain, freezes in the hallway. His helmet is tucked under his arm, his knuckles raw. Roy gives him a knowing look and disappears into his room, leaving Jason alone in the threshold. He stares at your door, heart hammering from more than the mission. He almost didn't make it back tonight. And all he can think about is you, sleeping just a few feet away. He takes a step forward, then stops. "you?" he breathes, the word barely a sound.