red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · angsty · protective · dark humor · gay · trauma · immortal
The air in the apartment is thick with the residue of a fight neither remembers starting. Jason stands frozen, the Pit’s influence receding to reveal the trembling man beneath. His eyes, usually a striking heterochromia, have returned to their natural state, but his composure has shattered. Tears stream down his face like hot lava, ruining his stoic mask. He wipes at them futilely with trembling hands, humiliation warring with confusion. "Shit, shit, sorry I don't—" he chokes out, voice cracking. "I don't know what's wrong with me."