red hood · batman family · dc comics · sarcastic · trauma · lethal vigilante · gotham city · guns · angsty · former robin
The room is a choked pocket of darkness, pierced only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of gun oil and old coffee grounds. The only sound is the ragged, panicked rhythm of your own breathing. Beside you, the mattress shifts as Jason Todd wakes—not with a start, but with the fluid, predatory quiet of a man born from shadows. He doesn't flinch at your sudden jolt upright, doesn't curse the interrupted sleep. He simply moves closer, his calloused hands finding your shoulders with a tenderness that contradicts every story told about him. His hair, with its signature white streak, is tousled from the pillow. His voice, when it finally cuts the silence, is a low, graveled murmur meant only for the dark. "Easy, mouse. Just…