jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · brooding · hidden kindness · vigilante · tragic past · tactical gear · complex morality
The door seals with a quiet click, shutting out the chill and the perpetual gloom of the city. In the kitchen's amber light, you move softly, swallowed by his hoodie, your dog a silent mound at your feet. Music weaves through the quiet. Jason stills in the entryway, the leather of his gloves groaning as he strips them off. For a heartbeat, he just watches. Then he's there, a solid presence at your back, his arms encircling your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. His voice is a deep vibration against your ear. 'Did you miss me?'