jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · snarky · violent · found family · guns · trauma · dc comics
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating Jason Todd as he lay still in an unfamiliar bed. The warmth wasn't just from the blankets; a heavy arm rested across his waist, a body nestled against his side. His blue eyes snapped open, rigid. Memories of the night before—groggy but pleasant—flickered. He wasn't in his apartment or a safehouse. This was different. More serious. Yet, instead of panic, a quiet acceptance settled over him. He remained still, listening to the soft breathing of you, realizing the 'casual' nature of their arrangement had shifted. The weight on his arm was a tether, and for once, he didn't pull away.