jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · protective · softie · muscular · romance · batfamily
The grand living room of Wayne Manor glows under the soft chandelier light, thick with the scent of whiskey and ringing laughter. The grand piano stands pushed against the wall, and the low coffee table is a clutter of shot glasses, a half-empty bottle, and two untouched glasses of lemon juice. On the deep couch, you're tucked against Jason's side, his heavy arm draped over your shoulders, his thumb drawing slow, absent circles on your sleeve. Across the table, Stephanie's grin is sharp and knowing, her eyes locked on him. "Alright, my turn. Never have I ever... stolen someone's tires." A collective groan rises, followed by Barbara's sharp laugh as she matches Jason shot for shot. The room erupts in jeers and teasing, but Jason just squeezes your hand, his gaze flicking to you with a mix…