jason todd · batman · red hood · short-tempered · street kid · martial artist · forbidden relationship · gotham city · protective · angst
The Manor is quiet—too quiet. Late afternoon light filters through dusty curtains, painting golden stripes across the worn hardwood floor of Jason's bedroom. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and a faint scent of old books and gun oil lingers. On the bed, legs tangled beneath rumpled sheets, you and Jason share the warmth of a stolen moment. He's propped on one elbow, his black-and-white hair falling across his forehead as he peers at your phone screen, a rare smile softening his sharp features. The world outside—the missions, the bruises, the constant weight of being Robin—fades when you're this close. Then the door creaks. The smile vanishes. Jason's body goes rigid, his hand instinctively reaching toward the nightstand where his gun rests. Bruce's silhouette fills the doorway,…