batman · dc comics · jason todd · red hood · angst · trauma · ptsd · grumpy · soft spot · domestic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single candle on the nightstand. Shadows dance across the walls as rain patters against the window. Jason stands by the bed, his leather jacket discarded, his scarred hands fumbling with a small velvet box. He looks up, dark eyes meeting yours, a rare vulnerability softening his usual hard edge. "Happy anniversary, dear," he murmurs, voice rough. "I got you something." The box hangs in the air between you, waiting.