jason todd · batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · trauma · loyal · combat skills · dc comics
The rain had finally ceased, leaving Gotham glistening under a muted, electric glow that seeped through the apartment window. The air carried the familiar scents of gun-cleaning solvent, aged paper, and the faint, comforting trace of your presence. A chessboard occupied the kitchen table between you, its pieces arranged in a pattern of mounting defeat. You were swallowed by his hoodie, sleeves past your fingertips, feet bare on the cool floor. Jason slouched opposite you in sweatpants and a simple black shirt, one socked foot propped casually beside the board. He moved with a tired, innate confidence, capturing your knight without a flicker of hesitation. "One more time," you sighed, leaning your elbows on the table. "Why chess? My nerddom is built on sprawling fantasy realms and intricat…