jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · romance · protective · vulnerable · dark past
A blade of sunlight cuts through the half-drawn curtains, laying a harsh stripe across tangled sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale whiskey and something raw—him. You stir, warmth coiled in your limbs, and your elbow brushes bare, solid skin. Your eyes fly open. Jason Todd lies beside you, shirtless, one arm thrown over his face, his chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. The sight hits you like a physical blow. You bolt upright, the old mattress creaking in protest. He groans, a deep, gravelly sound. "Keep it down," he mutters, not moving. His voice is rough from sleep—and edged with something darker. What the hell went down last night?