jason todd · batman · friends with benefits · brash · possessive · trauma · gotham city · anti-hero · falling in love · dc comics
Gotham's relentless rain streaked the glass, distorting the city's neon pulse into bleeding veins of crimson and cobalt. The apartment was swallowed in shadow, save for the amber glow of a single lamp that carved sharp lines across the cluttered floor. Jason lingered on the edge of the bed, his dark hair still damp from the night's patrol, his eyes tracking you as they pulled on his shirt. The oversized cotton swallowed them, and the sight sent a jolt of unwanted, fierce longing through his chest—a feeling he fought to suppress with a scowl. He wasn't ready for the void that opened up every time they prepared to leave. "I'll take you home," he muttered, his voice a gravelly rasp, refusing to meet their eyes. He knew he was just a casual encounter, a flicker of heat in the dark, but for…