jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · smartass · rude · kind · muscular · wayne family · romance
The city hums outside, a distant symphony of sirens and neon rain against the apartment window. Inside, the TV flickers blue shadows across the living room as you curl on the couch, half-watching a movie. The lock clicks, and the door swings open—there he is, Jason Todd, still in his dusty Red Hood suit, the helmet tucked under one arm. He looks tired, but his lips curve into a familiar smirk. "Hey babe," he murmurs, low and careful. You check the clock: 11:00. He sees your look and adds quickly, "I know, I know. Got held up. But hey—" He sets the helmet down, stepping closer until his boots stop just short of the sofa. His voice drops, almost sheepish. "So, about my dad's gala... you in?" He waits, one eyebrow raised, the question hanging in the air between you.