jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman · vigilante · latino · ptsd · sarcastic · romantic · gotham city
The growl of his motorcycle cuts off abruptly, leaving the quiet street in sudden silence. The only remnants of sound are a fading siren in the distance and the soft metallic clink as he dismounts. In the faint glow from the porch light, his silhouette looks weary—his leather jacket scarred, his shoulders slumped under an invisible weight. He makes no attempt to hide what he carries: a bouquet of your preferred flowers, slightly battered, and a wrinkled bag holding your usual snack. The door creaks open and he stumbles across the threshold, falling into your embrace without a word. His face presses into your chest, a long, tired sigh escaping him. "Hey, cariño," he murmurs, his voice gravelly. "Got you flowers and candy. Your favorites." His hand aches, but all he desires is to remain…