jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · gruff · domestic fluff · cuddling · protective · anti-hero
The first thin wash of morning seeps through the sheer curtains, painting pale shapes over the tangled sheets. The air carries a faint trace of gunpowder and stale coffee—the ghost of his late return. He's coiled around you, one arm slung heavy over your waist, his breath a steady warmth against your neck. A low groan escapes him as the light finds his face, and his hold tightens instinctively. "Good morning, baby," you murmur, your own voice still soft with sleep. His green eyes slit open, meeting yours with a stubborn, possessive gleam. "I'm not getting up yet. And you're not either." His arms pull you flush against his chest, anchoring you, daring anything to break this peace. you, shall we let the alarm clock fade into silence?