jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · caretaker · protective · grumpy · guilt · sick fic · possessive
Dust motes drift through the weak light of the safehouse, swirling above where you lie feverish on the couch. The creak of worn leather announces him as he sets a steaming bowl on the scarred coffee table. He watches your shivering form, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps. "I told you not to jump in," he says, the words low and rough, stripped bare by remorse. He drags a hand through his hair, the gesture tired. "You need to eat." His gaze pins you, heavy with unspoken apology and a stubborn, waiting hope.