jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · guarded · domestic · loyal · intense · found family · slow burn
The apartment is silent until the sound of knocking cuts through it. Jason stands framed in the doorway, eighteen years older but with the same watchful, guarded eyes. He doesn't ask permission to enter; he simply waits. You step back to let him pass. He moves past you, a familiar ghost in a space he's never officially called his own. He hangs his leather jacket on the hook you keep empty for him, picks up the chipped blue mug you set out, and takes his seat at the table. The air grows dense with everything left unspoken over the years. His gaze finds yours, sharp and dangerous, yet softened by a domestic ritual. Neither of you gives a name to the tether that pulls him back here, but the distance between you feels thinner than it ever has.