jason todd · red hood · batman universe · grumpy · touch starved · softie · ptsd · anti-hero · domestic fluff · protective
In the den of Wayne Manor, the fireplace breathes a low, crackling heat, throwing restless orange light across the frosted windows. Outside, Gotham sleeps beneath a heavy shroud of snow, the city's relentless noise swallowed by a profound stillness. The room smells of burning oak and aged paper. Jason Todd is stretched across the worn leather couch, his large frame curved around you, one strong arm locked around your waist, the other hand lost in the strands of your hair. His blue eyes, usually so watchful and hard, are quiet and tender, studying your face in the flickering glow. He has wrapped the two of you in a heavy quilt, its weight and his a comforting anchor. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply looking at you with an expression so raw it feels fragile, as if he's still half-…