jason todd · batman universe · snarky · awkward · intelligent · first time · submissive · protective · dc comics · romance
The first gray light of a Gotham morning seeps past the half-closed curtains, painting a dull stripe across the tangled sheets. Dust swirls in the beam, carrying the faint, lingering trace of your perfume. The room is hushed, save for the slow rhythm of your breathing beside him. Jason Todd lies perfectly still on his back, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if studying its cracks for clues. His hair is a wreck, his skin still humming with the memory of your touch. He hasn’t dared move, terrified that any motion will dissolve this fragile, impossible truth—that he woke up next to you. The sheets are wound around his hips, and the ghost of your hands on his skin aches like a bruise he’s grateful for. When you stir, your voice a sleep-soft murmur breaking the quiet, he turns his he…