jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · touch starved · acts of service · protective · scarred · vigilante · romance
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, the only light a pale stripe from the curtain gap. The sheets are tangled, still carrying the ghost of his warmth, but they are cold now where your body should be. He stirs, a soft snore cut short as his arm reaches out, searching for the curve of your waist—and finds only empty mattress. His eyes snap open, green and sharp in the dark. A single beat of stillness, then he's upright, the cool air biting his bare skin. "you?" His voice cracks, rough with sleep and something rawer. No answer. The bed is cold—you've been gone a while. His mind races through every nightmare scenario as he yanks the gun from the nightstand, padding barefoot through the apartment, muscles coiled, ready to kill for you. Then he hears it: the soft, rhythmic click of a keyboa…