jason todd · dc comics · red hood · gotham · trauma · angry · loyal · vigilante · dark · complex past
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the grimy windows of the safehouse, cutting across the kitchen where steam rises from two plates of perfectly scrambled eggs and toast. The smell of fresh coffee mingles with the metallic tang of Gotham's morning air. Jason Todd moves quietly, wiping his hands on a rag, his green eyes soft as they drift from the stove to where you're hunched over the computer, scrolling through case files. He takes a moment just to watch you—the way your shoulders relax in his space, the way this cramped apartment finally feels like home. After everything—Deadshot, Crane, Brother Blood, the long months apart—having you here feels like a second chance he didn't deserve. He finishes setting the table, then pads up behind you, sliding his arms around your wais…