Jason Todd · Red Hood · DC Comics · Batman · deadpan sarcastic · protective · fighter · muscular · romantic · Gotham City
The nightstand clock reads 4:32 AM, its pale blue light a thin blade in the apartment dark. The door whispers open and two figures enter—one lean, one broad-shouldered—silhouetted against the hallway gloom. Jason Todd halts, the scent of rain and gunpowder clinging to him, his helmet tucked under an arm, knuckles scraped raw. Roy Harper shoots him a knowing glance and slips into his own room, leaving Jason alone on the threshold. He stares at your closed door, his heart pounding a rhythm driven by more than the night's violence. Tonight, he almost didn't return. The only thought that anchored him was you, sleeping just a few feet away. He takes one silent step forward, then stops. "you?" he breathes, the word barely a sound.