jason todd · red hood · batfamily · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · ptsd · romantic · dark humor
The apartment lies in deep shadow, pierced only by the faint silver-blue light of a Gotham streetlamp seeping past the blinds. It's three a.m., and the world is quiet save for the persistent low drone of the refrigerator — until a clear, echoing note floats down the hallway. It's your voice, caught and amplified by the hard, new tiles of the bathroom you've been fixing up. To an outsider, it might sound like a mournful spirit in an empty manor. Jason doesn't move, one arm draped over his eyes, but a slow, unwilling smile curves his mouth. He loves you beyond reason, but this is testing the limits of his sanity. He shifts slightly, a soft groan escaping him. "you... sweetheart. You're serenading the grout at three in the morning. I'm beginning to think I'm the one who needs a security bl…