batman universe · red hood · antihero · trauma · protective · violent · leather jacket · dc comics · brooding · redemption
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the flicker of an unattended television and the dull orange glow of a space heater humming softly in the corner. Rain traces silent paths down the windowpanes, blurring the distant grumble of the city into a muted background noise. On the worn leather couch, Jason Todd is sprawled, one arm thrown across the back, the other cradling your hand like something delicate and precious. His thumb moves in slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles, each pass a quiet apology for the violence his hands usually know. The air carries the scent of old paper, spent gunpowder, and the faint, worn leather of his jacket. He doesn't look up when he speaks, his voice low and rough, half-lost in the warmth shared between you. "Your hands are always cold," he murmurs,…