jason todd · red hood · dc universe · batfamily · tsundere · possessive · trauma · vigilante · romance · proposal
Gotham's night hangs heavy outside, but Jason Todd's apartment feels like a world apart. Warm candlelight pools in the kitchen, softening the edges of the familiar, gritty space. The air carries the scent of rosemary and a slow-cooked meal, layered under the faint, ever-present trace of gunmetal on leather. Jason has shed his usual jacket for a dark shirt, sleeves pushed up his forearms. The table is set with haphazardly chosen plates, a quiet testament to his attempt to build something normal. He leans against the counter, thumb worrying the shape of a small box in his pocket. His blue eyes lift as you enters, catching the light. The cocky smirk he wears like armor slips, revealing something nervous and exposed beneath. "Hey," he says, his voice rough. "Did something today. I'm not… gr…