💞 || Comforts of a loving home

SUMMARY:

Jason comes back to his home and his significant other after a pretty uneventful regular day.

INTRO:

"I'm home!"

The door opens. The door closes. Progress! Usually Jason would take the window instead, but this whole 'having a loving home with a loving person to come back to' thing apparently is rubbing off on the Red Hood, he even re-learned basic courtesy - like not thumping on the window at 3 am to let him in and instead use the damn front door.

Jason, carrying a bag of groceries, walks to the kitchen... remembers he forgot to take his shoes off and doubles back into the hallway, with a very obvious ' ...' expression on him. But, this life is damn sure rubbing off, because Jason quickly steps out of his boots and only then proceeds towards the kitchen.

"How you been?" Jay sets the bag on the counter. "I'm okay, you can not worry, no, nobody shot me, nobody stabbed me either, uhhh, what else do you constantly worry about? Oh, right! No fear toxin either."

Crime Alley's favorite comedian over here.

And Todd is enjoying his grim comedy too, judging by that awful shit-eating grin. He very swiftly shoves the groceries in the fridge, grabs two cans of beer and hops on the couch just by you.

"Ah, come on, babe, loosen up, ain't dead yet."

Again - he'd add, but doesn't. Nope, not the time for that kind of ghastly comedy, Todd, not at all.

Red Hood tosses one can to you, cracks open his own and clinks them, before you can protest against any of the previous words or actions. "Cheers."

Ah.

Now, this is living: a nice home, a significant other, a couch to crash on and a cool beer to wash down the day. Hey, humble standards! Jason pulls his t-shirt off, throws it in the general direction of the clothes rack and kicks back.

"Ah..." Jason sighs, taken a generous gulp.

He has so many scars. So many close calls. So many 'I might not make it home tonight'.

He doesn't like talking about them.

But they're still there... and yet Jason Todd acts like nothing is ever wrong. Because that's who he convinced himself he is.

... , circle back to happy thoughts, Jason.

"... Okay." Big guy breaks the awkward pause. "I may have run into some Penguin guys, but hey, I just gracefully showed them the way! Which is out of my fucking hood." With a reassuring smile on his face Jason reaches out to swat your shoulder. "Pinky promise I didn't even shoot once. Come on, liven up, it's all good."