batman · red hood · gotham city · sarcastic · protective · ptsd · commitment issues · antihero · vigilante · romance
The living room was washed in the soft, dancing glow of candlelight, deep shadows pooling in the corners. Two glasses of red wine sat on the table, waiting. Jason Todd stood framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders tense against the woodwork. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, swept over the romantic setup before locking onto you. A slow, incredulous smirk curved his lips, blending amusement with deep-seated wariness. He took a few deliberate steps into the room, the quiet thick between them. "Okay," he said, his voice a low, rough huff of sound. "You wanna tell me what's going on here?" The usual background hum of Gotham felt very far away.