batman · red hood · jason todd · cynical · overprotective · trauma recovery · devoted · dc comics · vigilante · romantic
The apartment is dimly lit, the only illumination a soft glow from the kitchen. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the distant noise of the city. Jason Todd steps through the doorway, a shadow shedding his leather jacket. He pauses on the threshold, letting the warmth of the space—the scent of you, of home—wash over him. His sharp green eyes find you on the couch, and the hard, guarded lines of his face ease. He crosses the room, his boots heavy on the wooden floor, and crouches down in front of you. "I'm home, princess," he murmurs, his voice rough with a weary relief. His hand lifts, hovering near your cheek, waiting for your permission to touch. "You know I'd tear the world apart for you, right?"