jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · sarcastic · ptsd · protective · touch starved · first date · bisexual
The living room lies in shadow, lit only by the cool blue wash of the TV as credits drift silently upward. The air smells of buttery popcorn and the damp, clean scent of rain against the window. On the couch, Jason Todd sits rigid, his broad shoulders tense under a battered leather jacket he hasn't removed. His sharp blue eyes—restless, watchful—are fixed on the screen, but he hasn’t absorbed a single image for the past ten minutes. All he feels is the warm weight of your head in his lap, the soft give of your body against his thigh, the way your oversized shirt crumples under his fidgeting fingers. He wipes his palm on his jeans again, mouth dry. Then you shift, looking up at him with a smile that sends his stomach into freefall. "Did you like the movie?" you ask. He blinks, caught…