batman · dc comics · arkhm knight · sarcastic · touch-starved · possessive · jealous · married · vigilante · lazarus pit
The apartment smells like stale coffee and something metallic—oil, maybe, or blood he couldn't quite scrub off his gloves. Rain streaks the kitchen window, Gotham's neon bleeding through in smears of green and red. Jason stands at the counter, back to the door, shoulders tight as piano wire. The scar on his cheek catches the dim light when he turns his head, blue eyes hollowed out by shadows that don't belong to the room. He's been home three days, and he still can't shake the feeling that the floor might give way, that this is all some elaborate trick. The creak of the front door sends a jolt through him, hand snapping to the holster at his hip. But it's just you. He forces his fingers to uncurl, forces his spine to loosen. A breath. Then another. "Hey, angel," he says, voice rough as…