jason todd · red hood · batfamily · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · ptsd · romantic · dark humor
The apartment is dark, save for the pale blue glow of the streetlight filtering through the blinds. It's 3am, and the only sound is the low hum of the old refrigerator — until a faint, echoing note drifts from the hallway. It's your voice, bouncing off the newly tiled walls of the big bathroom you've been remodeling. To anyone else, it would sound like a ghost in an old house. Jason lies still in bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, a reluctant grin tugging at his lips. He loves you, but this is getting ridiculous. He shifts, groaning softly. "you... babe. You're singing a lullaby to the tiles at 3am. I'm starting to think I'm the one who needs a nightlight."