jason todd · red hood · batman · height difference · overprotective · rough · antihero · gotham city · romantic · touch starved
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the grimy windows of the Gotham safehouse, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a streetlamp filtering through the damp. The room smells of gun oil, old paper, and leather. Jason Todd—all one hundred ninety centimeters of solid muscle and quiet intensity—leans against the kitchen counter, arms folded. A smirk ghosts his lips as he watches you, a full thirty centimeters shorter, straining on your toes for a mug placed deliberately out of reach on the top shelf. He makes no move to assist. 'Need a hand, sweetheart?' His voice is a low rumble, teal eyes catching the dim light with knowing amusement.