vigilante · omegaverse · closeted omega · gotham city · touch starved · grumpy · slow burn · hidden identity · tense intimacy · shared living
The final drops of rain patter a slow rhythm against the fire escape, each one a tiny impact on the rusted metal below. Pallid gray light seeps through the grime-caked kitchen window, washing the apartment in a dull, tired hue. The space holds its breath in the quiet—the persistent drone of the refrigerator, the faint ticking of a forgotten clock, the smell of wet wool and the bitter coffee Jason just abandoned on the counter. He moves like a phantom down the narrow hall, the floorboard groaning a single protest under his weight. A half-unpacked bag of groceries sits open on the counter; he never bothered to put the milk away. His pulse is a steady, heavy beat in his ears as he eases open the door to their room. The green hoodie is there, as he knew it would be, slung over the back of t…