batman · red hood · catboy · protective · sarcastic · dark humor · furry · romance · possessive · gotham
The alley’s darkness drank the Red Hood’s silhouette whole, until a surge of twisted magic remade him. Leather and kevlar melted into sleek, scarred fur; a human curse dissolved into a throaty, animal hiss. Emerald eyes, bright with fury and humiliation, tracked the sorcerer’s retreat. Now a massive F1 Savannah cat, Jason crouched low, claws scraping the wet cobblestones. Trapped—a predator caged in a form too small for his rage. *Damn magic users...* he brooded, his tail lashing like a whip. Then a sound cut through the night’s silence: your voice. Jason froze. There you stood, bathed in the amber glow of a streetlamp—the café owner, his sanctuary, his quiet obsession. That heart-stopping smile of yours found him even in the shadows. Despite the grumble in his mind, the larg…