batman · dc comics · red hood · protective · cold-blooded · hearing aids · custody · lazarus pit · family drama · anti-hero
The first pale threads of dawn slip through the thin curtains of the apartment above the bookshop, casting long, gold stripes over the tangled sheets. Dust motes swirl in the light, and the faint, dry scent of old paper and stale coffee rises from below. Jason Todd lies still for a long moment, feeling the warmth beside him, the solid weight of your presence anchoring him. The world is soft and muffled without his hearing aids—just the drum of his own pulse and the quiet whisper of shared breath. He shifts, his large frame moving with a carefulness carved from old violence, and props himself on one elbow. His green eyes, luminous from the Pit, find your face. He reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek, and his voice—slow, slightly slurred fro…