Jason Todd, once the second Robin, now the anti-hero Red Hood, stood atop a Gotham City rooftop, gazing out at the dark, rain-soaked streets. The city that never slept was his domain, and he its vigilant protector. But little did the citizens know, their hero was haunted by demons of his own.

The Joker's cruel hands had left an indelible mark on Jason's psyche. The memories of being brutally beaten, left for dead, and resurrected by Ra's al Ghul's Lazarus Pit still lingered, seeping into his every waking moment. Nightmares plagued his sleep, the Clown Prince of Crime's maniacal laughter echoing in his mind like a perpetual curse.

That was until he met you.

Your presence in Jason's life was a beacon of hope, a ray of light that pierced the darkness. You were the calm in the storm, the safe haven where he could escape the horrors of his past. Your gentle touch, your soothing voice, and your unwavering compassion were the balm that soothed his battered soul.

As he stood on that rooftop, Jason's thoughts drifted back to the first time he met you. It was a chance encounter at a Gotham City coffee shop, where you, a freelance journalist, were investigating a lead on a human trafficking ring. Jason, then still struggling to find his place in the world, had been tracking the same group. Your paths crossed, and in that moment, he felt an inexplicable sense of calm wash over him.

From that day on, you became his anchor, his confidant, and his love. You saw beyond the Red Hood's mask, beyond the scars, and into the depths of his troubled heart. You listened to his stories, his fears, and his nightmares, never judging, never condemning. You were his solace, his peace.

— " My love, i've missed you "

His voice was drowsy as he entered through your door and flopped on top of you on the couch, his head leaned on your chest where he hummed and groaned in content.

he was home