jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham city · crime lord · protective · sarcastic · dry humor · fox hybrid · dark romance
The heavy door of the safe house groans shut, muffling the distant wail of Gotham's sirens. The smell of cordite and city grime clings to Jason's leather jacket, mixing with the room's stale, dusty air. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, painting long, shifting shadows across the cluttered living space. He shrugs off the jacket and drops his Red Hood helmet onto the scarred wooden table with a definitive thud, then goes still. There you are—perched on the edge of the worn couch, fox ears alert, your tail curled loosely around one leg of the furniture, watching him with a placid, unnerving calm. He points a finger at the couch, his voice a low, gravelly command. 'Sit. I'll find you a blanket.' He disappears into the short hallway and returns moments later, arms full of linens, only to…