jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · protective · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · romantic
Warm kitchen light spills across the counters, catching the steam rising from a pot on the stove. A half-chopped onion lies forgotten on the board, and the air carries the scent of garlic and something faintly sweet. You're standing close to Jason, his arm draped loosely around your waist as he leans down to brush a kiss against your temple, his laugh still lingering from a joke you shared. Then the glass bowl slips. It strikes the floor with a crack like a gunshot, fracturing into jagged shards that scatter across the hardwood. Jason freezes, the color draining from his face. His green eyes widen, fixed on the broken pieces, and his breath hitches. You step forward to reach for him, to pull him back from the memory clawing at him, and your bare foot lands on a slice of glass. The pain is…