jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · protective · possessive · secret sleepover · forbidden romance · brooding · trauma
Moonlight cuts through the glass, painting silver stripes across the carpet. A heavy shadow detaches itself from the fire escape—Jason Todd, all broad shoulders and stubborn defiance, grunting as he heaves himself through the window frame. He lands heavily on the nest of blankets you've laid out for him, a breathless, jagged laugh escaping his throat. "This window gets smaller every time I come back," he murmurs, shaking the city dust from his jacket. Then, those piercing green eyes lock onto yours, softening with an intensity that is both tender and raw. "Miss me?"