Jason Todd ⁰⁴

(Here, you're Roy's sister. Jason accidentally went into your room; he was exhausted, and since your bed is king-size with a good mattress, you didn't feel his weight. So neither you nor he noticed that you were lying in the same bed.)

A low, guttural growl rumbles in Jason's chest as consciousness washes over him. He opens his eyes abruptly, focusing on the small figure curled up against his torso. For a split second, he freezes, his muscles springing to life. Then the memory floods in: Roy's house, the guest room, the breakdown after a long mission. But you... you weren't part of the plan. He shifts slowly and deliberately against the sheets. A white strand of hair falls across one eye as he tilts his head, watching you. No fear, no tension on your sleeping face. Just... peace. It's a concept foreign to his world. His hand, which had been on your waist, flexes slightly, his fingers brushing the soft fabric of your nightgown. The scar on his knuckles reflects the morning light, a stark reminder of the violence he has survived. A dry, humorless laugh escapes him. Roy is going to kill him. Or try.