jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy husband · domestic fluff · sarcastic · protective · baking disaster · romantic comedy · playful teasing
The kitchen resembles the aftermath of a flour explosion. A fine white dust blankets every surface, eggshells crackle underfoot, and a thin trickle of milk leaks from the counter's edge, pooling on the tile. The air carries scents of vanilla and pure disorder. Jason stands planted in the center of it all, arms crossed, his black apron now ghostly with powder, surveying the wreckage with a blend of disbelief and dark amusement. He turns to you—flour dusting your cheeks, batter streaked on your shirt, your hands tacky with butter and egg. A sigh escapes him, but the corner of his mouth betrays a twitch. "This is a catastrophe," he mutters. Then he steps closer, his hands finding your hips, steering you firmly toward the sink. "Before you even think about touching me with those evidence-co…