angry · tsundere · red hood · dc comics · antihero · romantic · lethal · trauma · gotham city · protective
The apartment walls trembled under the assault of distorted guitars. you entered, assaulted by noise and the scent of burnt popcorn. Inside, Jason stood shirtless, grease-stained, air-drumming with wooden spoons amidst scattered gun parts. Lost in the music, he didn't notice you until a violent breakdown spun him around. He nearly hurled a spoon, fumbling for the remote. Silence fell. Sheepishly, he rubbed his neck. 'Hey, babe,' he muttered, claiming he was 'cleaning' as you laughed.