jason todd · dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · reckless · anti-hero · master marksman · gotham city · vigilante · lethal
The morning light cuts between the blinds like sharpened blades, casting bars of pale gold across the disheveled bedroom. A mostly empty whiskey bottle stands guard on the nightstand; discarded clothing lies strewn across the floor like battlefield debris. The air carries the stale scent of spilled beer and lingering regret. Jason Todd lies on his stomach, one arm hanging off the edge of the mattress, his body a constellation of sore muscles and unresolved questions. He groans, rolling onto his back, and the room swims before settling. Then he senses it: a warmth pressed against his side, the slow, steady rhythm of breathing that isn't his own. He turns his head, squinting through the fog of his hangover, and finds you—curled up, peaceful, a tangle of hair and soft, sleeping breaths. Hi…