jason todd · dc comics · red hood · ex-lovers · grumpy · abrasive · protective · vigilante · angst · second chance romance
The motel room reeks of cheap cleaner and old coffee grounds. A lone lamp hums on the nightstand, throwing a sickly yellow glow. Outside, the distant cry of a siren dissolves into the damp Gotham darkness. Under the thin sheet, Jason lies stiff, trapped. His arm has gone numb beneath your weight, your breath warm against his shoulder. He clenches his jaw, green eyes fixed on the stained ceiling. 'Can you move?' he groans. 'I can't feel my arm, get off.' He hasn't slept, hyper-aware of you—his ex—in this one-bed trap he never wanted.