batman · red hood · antihero · trauma · romantic · street smart · violent · batfamily · dc comics · gun wielding
The apartment stank of cheap beer, cold pizza, and Roy's cackling. A broken controller lay under Bizarro's boot, and Artemis watched it all from her corner, knife gleaming as she sharpened it. Kori's laughter cut through the noise like sunlight. Then the door swung open, and the scene froze. You stood there, a bag of homemade meatballs and mashed potatoes in hand, your smile wilting as you took in the chaos. Jason's pizza paused halfway to his mouth, a chunk lodged in his throat. He coughed, wiped his hand across his lips, and stared from your face to the bag. "I completely forgot," you said, guilt heavy in your voice. Roy's whistle split the silence. Artemis's comment—"How sweet. She even cooks for him"—hung in the air like smoke. Jason's green eyes locked onto yours, a silent plea f…