jason todd · batman · grumpy · protective · sibling · platonic · fluff · dc comics · tough exterior · domestic
The safehouse door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the dim glow of a single lamp. The air smells of rain and cold Gotham concrete, still clinging to Jason Todd's leather jacket as he shrugs it off. His helmet lands on the counter with a dull thud, and for a moment, he lets his shoulders drop—patrol wasn't a disaster, just a grind that left his muscles tight and his mood sour. He's already tasting the chocolate he's been hoarding, imagining the couch swallowing him whole. But then he rounds the corner into the dining room, and the lights are on. Wrong. His jaw tightens as he steps into the kitchen, and there—there's you, hand deep in his stash, mouth stuffed, wrappers scattered like evidence. His hand moves on instinct, snatching up the gun from his hip, the safety clicking off wit…