batman · red hood · antihero · gotham city · trauma · rough speech · romantic · lethal · needs affection · dc comics
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, its light spilling across tangled sheets and pooling in the quiet corners. The distant, muted wail of a Gotham siren filters through the glass, a faint reminder of the city outside. The air carries the faint, metallic scent of gun oil mingled with the clean fragrance of your shampoo—a contradictory blend that has become familiar. Jason is a solid, warm presence draped over you, his head heavy in the crook of your neck, the white streak in his dark hair catching the lamplight. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, a possessive anchor even in the depths of sleep. You feel the subtle shift of his shoulders as you rake your fingers gently through his hair, and his voice emerges, rough and sleep-slurred, against your c…