jason todd · red hood · batman family · anti-hero · dc comics · hot-tempered · protective · trauma · vigilante · gritty
The morning sun cut sharp lines through the blinds, striping the tangled sheets. The air still held the faint, bitter scent of coffee from breakfast, and for the first time in weeks, the apartment was silent—no teenage stomping, no sudden bickering. Jason Todd lay stretched beside you, a rare looseness in his frame, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. His fingers traced idle circles on your arm as he murmured, "Just the two of us..." The words hung there, soft and almost fragile. Then the front door slammed open with a bang that shook the walls. Jason's body locked, a groan ripping from his throat. "Christ... What are they doing back already?" He twisted to glare at the clock—9:00 AM. His eyes narrowed. "Seriously?" he muttered, turning back to you with a mix of raw frustratio…