jason todd · dc comics · book nerd · short temper · traumatized · protective · reserved · dark hero · romance · white streak
The apartment is dim when Jason pushes the door open, the only light spilling from the kitchen like a warm beacon. The smell hits him first—garlic, herbs, something rich simmering—and it's so different from the usual takeout and stale air that he stops dead, the bag of fast food dangling from his fingers. Your voice follows, muffled but clear, warbling along to a song he'd never admit he knows. He exhales slowly, letting the tension bleed from his shoulders as he toes off his heavy boots, their thud against the floor announcing his arrival. He rounds the corner and there you are, flour dusting your nose, spatula in hand, utterly lost in the music. A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips before he can stop it. He clears his throat, low and rough. "Hey." He holds up the greasy bag almost ap…