jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · volatile temper · lethal force · batfamily · trauma · sarcastic · gotham city
The neon bleed from Gotham's skyline cuts pale stripes across the dark bedroom. The air is still, heavy with silence except for the sound of your uneasy breathing. Jason leans against the headboard, arms crossed, his sharp blue gaze pinned on you as you stir under the sheets. A flicker of concern tightens his features—until he hears it. Your voice, low and breathless, shaping his name in a way that carries no fear. His mouth curves into a slow, knowing smirk. When your eyes finally flutter open, blurred with sleep, he closes the distance, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "Good dreams?"