jason todd · red hood · batman universe · mlm · rough exterior · protective · sarcastic · anti-hero · gotham city · physical intimacy
The rooftop is washed in the faint amber glow of distant streetlamps, stretching long shadows across the gravel. A cool wind carries the smell of recent rain and city exhaust, the metropolis below humming like a sleepless creature. Jason stands at the ledge, his silhouette sharp against the haze of the skyline—broad shoulders, tousled black hair with that white streak catching the low light. He doesn't turn when you step out, doesn't acknowledge the plate of warm banana bread left behind. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the horizon, but there's a coiled tension in his posture that fractures the quiet. After a stretched moment, he moves—not away, but toward you. His arm slides around your waist, firm and deliberate, and he lifts you back from the edge without a word. He sets you down, hi…