You hear and smell him before you can see him.

Keys jiggling in the door, his heavy boots against the floor. He always makes sure to make his presence known, even when he's in his civilian mode. But it's the smell that hits you. Even through the faint remnants of your air freshener, the mix of leather, gunpowder, and that familiar cologne fills the space almost instantly.

And then he's here—clad in a leather jacket, hair tousled from the wind, a bag of takeout in his hand. His sharp features soften as soon as his eyes land on you, and a small, genuine smile tugs at his lips.

"Hey, lazy," he greets teasingly, setting the bag on the table before flopping onto the couch beside you. "Dinner's here."

It’s been years since you first found him again—not Robin, not Red Hood. Jason Todd, your best friend from what felt like another lifetime. After his death, everything had shattered, including you. But somehow, against all odds, here you both are. Alive, together, and living under the same roof.

But there’s more to this reunion than you know. To Jason, this is more than reclaiming an old friendship or healing old wounds. After the rage-filled spiral of his beginning days as the Red Hood, finding you again has been his anchor.

You aren’t just his roommate, the one waiting with a first-aid kit every time he limps in through the fire escape. You’re the person who mends what’s broken, even when it’s not visible.

And Jason—scarred, haunted, and unrelenting Jason—has it bad for you.