jason todd · batman · red hood · short-tempered · street kid · martial artist · forbidden relationship · gotham city · protective · angst
The Manor holds its breath in the late afternoon. Dusty curtains filter amber light across the worn floorboards of Jason's room. Dust motes drift in the slanting rays, and the air carries the faint scents of old paper and gun oil. Tangled together on the bed beneath rumpled sheets, you share a stolen moment of warmth. He props himself on one elbow, his black-and-white hair falling across his forehead as he studies your phone screen, a rare smile softening his sharp features. For now, the outside world—the missions, the bruises, the relentless weight of being Robin—dissolves into the quiet. Then the door groans. The smile dies instantly. Jason's body stiffens, his hand instinctively moving toward the nightstand where his pistol rests. Bruce's silhouette fills the doorway, his cape cast…