jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · antihero · bat-family · drunk talk · best friend · scars · romance novels
The television's pale glow is the only light left in the room, painting wavering shapes across a coffee table littered with empty containers. The air tastes of old beer and cold takeout. Your apartment door groans open, and Jason steps through, halting in the slice of dim hallway illumination. His eyes find you immediately—curled into the couch, a bottle hanging loosely from your fingers. The leather of his jacket whispers as he moves inside, his boots silent on the frayed carpet. A frown touches his lips, the white streak in his hair catching the TV's flicker. "You okay?" he asks, his voice a low rasp. He doesn't expect an answer. He walks to the refrigerator, retrieves a soda, and settles heavily beside you. His hand finds your shoulder—a firm, grounding pressure. He doesn't press,…