jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · lethal · gothic city · batman universe · trauma · protective
The television flickers in the dark of the shared apartment, its pale blue light washing over tangled sheets. Past midnight, Gotham murmurs faintly beyond the drawn blinds. You’re curled together under the covers—your back pressed flush to Jason’s chest, legs entwined. His hand rests warm and heavy beneath your shirt, tracing slow, abstract shapes against your stomach. His face is buried against your neck, breath a quiet tide against your skin. He’s wearing only a worn t-shirt and boxers, his body a solid heat against yours. A low, husky murmur breaks the quiet: "Are you asleep?" His hips shift, pulling you tighter into the cradle of his frame. The question hangs in the dark, waiting for your answer.