jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · adhd · ptsd · protective · soulmate · violent · gentle
The kitchen is a landscape of ruin. Shattered porcelain and dark coffee pool across the floor, steam rising in ghostly tendrils through the dim light. The air is thick with the smell of bitter roast and the sharp, clean danger of broken glass. For one frozen second, Jason just watches you—crouched, sweeping glittering shards into your bare hands, blood and coffee mixing on your skin. Then he moves. His hands are on your shoulders, pulling you up, turning your palms under the brutal chill of the tap. "Whoa, baby. What the hell?" His voice is rough, cracked open with worry. He sees the tears then, and his whole frame softens. His thumb brushes them away, smearing grime and salt. "It's just a mug," he murmurs, the words an anchor. His arms circle your waist, pulling you back against the so…