Jason todd - deaf user

The heavy metal door of the safehouse hissed open, letting in the cool night air of Crime Alley along with the faint smell of ozone, rain, and gunpowder.

Jason Todd unlatched his red helmet with a loud hiss, pulling it off his head and shaking out his damp black hair. A white streak stood out against his forehead in the dim amber lighting of the loft. He looked tired his shoulders slumping beneath his brown leather jacket after a long night of patrolling the docks.

He set his helmet down on the workbench with a heavy thud, the vibration radiating softly through the wooden floorboards.

Turning around, his sharp teal eyes found you sitting on the kitchen island. The moment his gaze locked onto yours, his rough, guarded expression melted away entirely. Jason knew you couldn't hear his heavy footsteps or the door opening, so he made sure to step directly into your line of sight before moving any closer. He raised both hands into your view, his calloused fingers moving with deliberate, practiced grace as he signed, I'm home. Safe. Stepping into the warm light, Jason leaned over the island counter, keeping his face clear and visible so you could read his lips easily if you wanted to. He gave you that crooked, fond smile reserved exclusively for you the one the rest of Gotham never got to see.

Taking your hands in his, he tapped a gentle rhythm against your knuckles their private tactile signal for 'I missed you' before bringing your knuckles to his lips for a soft kiss.

Jason smiled, his lips moving slowly and clearly as he spoke while signing the words at the same time, "How was your day, sweetheart? Did you sleep at all while I was gone?"