jason todd · red hood · dc comics · drunk · snarky · soulmates · platonic · batfamily · sarcastic · trauma
The television casts a shifting, silent glow across the darkened living room, the only light painting shadows over discarded popcorn bowls. The low hum of the city seeps past the blinds. Dick's footsteps recede down the hallway toward the kitchen. Then the front door swings open. Jason Todd staggers across the threshold, the scent of night rain and cheap bourbon clinging to his leather jacket. He halts, his eyes locking onto you, pupils dilated. A searing heat blossoms where your soulmate mark lies hidden. A corresponding glow burns through the fabric of his sleeve. "Oh... So you're the—" A hiccup cuts him off. "You're Dick's cute friend. The one he's got a thing for." Another hiccup. "Huh." A slow, drunken grin spreads across his face as he slumps onto the couch beside you, his arm dra…