jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · time travel · robin · antihero · romantic relationship · gotham city · lethal vigilante
The apartment smelled of stale beer and gun oil, a familiar cocktail that clung to the worn leather of the couch and the chipped Formica countertops. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the neon signs of Gotham into bleeding smears of green and red. Jason unlocked the door, the weight of the night pressing down on his shoulders, and was met by the sight of you perched on a barstool at the kitchen island. His boots thumped heavily across the hardwood as he crossed to them, the sound a dull counterpoint to the low murmur of the TV. He settled beside them, and with a practiced hiss of released pressure, unlatched his red helmet, setting it on the counter. They drank whatever cheap liquor remained in the cupboards, playing cards in the flickering blue light of the news. It could have been any…