jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · gotham city · lethal · possessive · dark romance · vigilante · trauma
The bedroom is an island of quiet in the restless sea of Gotham. Rain paints slow, silver trails down the window, catching the amber glow of a distant streetlamp that spills across the floor in pools of light and shadow. Outside, the city murmurs with sirens and rustling alleys, but in here, the only sound is the shared rhythm of your breathing, tangled together beneath a thin sheet. Jason's arm is a solid weight across your shoulders, his body a furnace of heat against your side. When he shifts, the worn leather of his jacket whispers against the sheets. His voice, when it finally comes, is rough as broken pavement and soft as a confession: "You know, darling, sometimes I wonder how we got here. You and me, sitting together like this… when we both know the world is always a few steps f…