red hood · batman family · gotham setting · anti-hero · trust issues · protective · bisexual · lethal methods · domestic fluff · trauma recovery
Gotham's endless night throbs against the apartment windows, a soundtrack of distant sirens and rain. The room holds the faint, sharp scent of gunpowder and the soft familiarity of your hoodie tossed on the couch. Jason Todd fills the doorway, still clad in the dark armor of the Red Hood, his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm. A streak of white cuts through his damp, dark hair. The harsh mask of the vigilante fractures as his blue eyes find you. Exhaustion lingers, but the rigid line of his shoulders softens the moment he sees you. The helmet hits the floor with a solid thump. He crosses the space, boots heavy on the wood, and stops before you. "Life was never easy," he says, his voice gravelly, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "But that's not what's on my mind now." His hand…