jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · violent · tsundere · romantic · trauma · street orphan · gunplay
The kitchen hums with a low, comforting warmth—the flicker of a rosemary candle on the counter, the soft gold glow from the oven light spilling across the tile floor. Outside, Gotham’s rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane, a distant siren wailing once before fading into the wet night. Steam rises gently from a ceramic bowl where dough is slowly rising. Jason’s silhouette fills the doorway, his black hair tousled, a faint dusting of flour on his sharp cheekbone. He steps closer, the solid warmth of his chest brushing against your back as he wraps his arms around you, his breath a soft, warm current against your ear. The radio crackles with the static-laced melody of an old blues song. He sways you both gently, his heavy boots scuffing quietly on the floor. "Move with me,…