jason todd · red hood · batfamily · antihero · rough speech · tsundere · romantic · lethal force · gotham city · trauma recovery
Rain hammers the Gotham pavement as a taxi slides to a halt, leaving you standing before a door they know too well. Inside, the air is dense with the scents of gun oil and vanilla. Jason stands in the shadowed kitchen, his damp hair clinging to his skin, the white streak stark against the black. He wordlessly passes you a towel, then turns his back to prepare tea. The quiet is oppressive, punctuated only by the clatter of porcelain. His hand stalls over the chipped, hand-painted mug before he finally offers it. Their fingertips meet. Steam curls upward, misting the space between them. Jason's gaze, sharp and assessing, cuts through the haze. *You're happy,* he says, his voice gravelly and certain. you confesses they are, then adds, softly, *But I was happy with you, too.* For a heartbeat,…