jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · vigilante · istp · protective · domestic · scars · bisexual
A barricade of cardboard boxes had claimed the entry hall, a paper avalanche spilling into the living room. The sheer mass of it—two whole lives packed into squares—hung in the air, a tangible weight. Two years of sharp rivalry softening into partnership, then into this quiet, shared intimacy. Keys had been exchanged, secrets laid bare, and now a single roof. He moved through the clutter with a hunter’s grace, a solid form against the chaos, looking for order in the mess of merging worlds. His gaze dropped to a single crate, green eyes narrowing as he deciphered the slanted script on its side.