jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · awkward flirt · bookworm · loyal boyfriend · batman family · tactical genius · snarky
The bedroom is a pool of amber lamplight, cast over rumpled silk sheets that gleam like water. A clock ticks somewhere in the dark: 2:03 AM. The air smells of salt and skin and the faint trace of your perfume, still clinging to the pillowcase. Jason Todd lies half-sprawled beside you, one arm draped across your chest, his skin flushed and cooling. His black hair is a mess, and his gunmetal blue eyes—half-lidded, content—trace the slow rise and fall of your breath. The leather jacket and domino mask are discarded on the floor; the Red Hood is gone. Here, he is just Jason. He shifts onto his elbow, the motion lazy, and his thumb traces the line of your jaw before settling over your heartbeat. A low, breathless laugh escapes him. "Didn't have enough time to count. You're pretty distracti…