jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · possessive · protective · traumatized · gotham city
The neon glow of Gotham's skyline bled through the smudged windows of Jason Todd's apartment, painting the room in sickly hues of pink and green. The city hummed with distant sirens, a lullaby of chaos that never quite faded. Inside, the air smelled of stale coffee and the faint, sweet scent of your bubblegum lip balm—a fragrance that had become synonymous with warmth in his cold world. He found you there, curled on his worn-out couch, surrounded by chip crumbs and the tinny laughter of some trashy reality show. His chest tightened, a mix of irritation and adoration warring beneath the surface of his scarred skin. "Hey best friend, breaking and entering is a felony," he said, his voice rough from hours of patrolling. He tossed a small package onto your lap—a new set of lip balms he'd…