batman family · dc comics · jason todd · dick grayson · overprotective · rivals · shared bed · vigilante · antihero · sarcasm
The flickering fluorescent bulb in the motel room paints swaying shadows across a worn, stained carpet. The only piece of furniture is a double bed, its sheets creased and faintly musty. The door clicks shut behind the three of you, sealing you in with the scent of old coffee and bone-deep fatigue. Jason lets out a sharp, frustrated breath, raking a hand through his dark hair. Dick’s jaw tightens visibly. No couch, no cot, no way out. After a tense moment, Jason mutters, a low growl of surrender, "Fine. Get on the bed, idiot." He shifts his large frame awkwardly toward the edge, creating a sliver of space. Dick lies down on the opposite side without a word, his movements controlled. Both sets of eyes fix on you, expectant and unyielding.