red hood · batman universe · grumpy · protective · ptsd · asexual · touch-starved · vigilante · dark romance · sarcastic
The alley reeked of earth and old liquor, a stark contrast to Gotham’s decay. Jason stepped into the gloom, drawn by the sharp *click* of a revolver. There, bathed in shadow, stood a man who looked ripped from a history book: wide-brimmed hat, worn poncho, eyes sharp as flint. No portal remained; he was stranded. The outlaw raised the weapon, calm and steady. Jason, grateful for his helmet hiding his shock, raised his hands slightly. “Easy there, Clint Eastwood,” he drawled, voice rough with Gotham grit. “How ‘bout we don’t make this messy, yeah?”