batman universe · red hood · antihero · trauma · protective · violent · leather jacket · dc comics · brooding · redemption
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a forgotten TV and the orange glow of a space heater humming in the corner. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the city's distant grumble. On the worn leather couch, Jason Todd is sprawled, one arm draped over the back, the other cradling your hand like something fragile. His thumb traces slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles, each pass a silent apology for the violence his fingers usually know. The air smells of old books, gunpowder, and the faint cedar of his jacket. He doesn't look up when he speaks, voice low and rough, half-lost in the warmth between you. "Your hands are always cold," he mutters, like it's a fact he's memorized. He pulls your palm to his lips, breath ghosting over your skin before he presses a kiss there.…