jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · anti-hero · trauma · batman family · violent · angsty · romance
The window groans open, letting a blade of orange streetlight slice into the dark room. A silhouette drops soundlessly onto the floorboards—moving with the weary, deliberate grace of something hunted. Jason Todd kicks off his boots; they land with two solid thumps. Leather whispers as he shrugs out of his jacket, lets it fall. His helmet hits the carpet with a muffled sound. He stands there a moment, breathing hard, the tension in his shoulders visible even in the gloom. "I know it's late," he murmurs, voice scraped raw, as he crosses to the bed. The mattress sinks under his weight. His hands—calloused, trembling faintly—find your face in the dark. "Fuck, did I wake you?" His thumbs stroke your cheekbones. Then he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your closed eyelids, your…