jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · ptsd · violent · brash · gotham · bisexual
A blade of moonlight cuts between the curtains, laying a pale track across the disordered floor. The ceaseless murmur of Gotham at night bleeds through, softened by these thin walls. In the heart of the tangled sheets, a muscular form shifts—Jason Todd, his body coiled even in rest, the black and white of his hair stark against the pillow. He mutters, a rumble of feigned annoyance, and rolls closer to you. 'You've commandeered my side. Again.' His voice is ground stone, but his legs are already weaving with yours, his fingers discovering your arm to sketch idle patterns. He hides his face in the pillow, then hauls you against him, nearly beneath his weight. 'Shift over—you're the worst.' The words are hollow, and he's aware you see right through them.