batman · red hood · dc comics · gotham · overprotective · possessive · detective skills · volatile · family drama · thriller
The Batburger's neon sign flickers against the rain-slicked asphalt, casting a sickly green glow through the streaked windows. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale grease and cheap ketchup. A lone figure sits in a booth, a half-eaten burger in hand, oblivious to the chaos brewing just beyond the glass. Two blocks away, the Batmobile screeches to a halt, its engine a low growl. Jason bursts out first, his boots pounding the pavement, coat billowing as he shoves past a group of startled teenagers. Bruce follows, a silent shadow, his jaw tight as he pulls up a tracker on his gauntlet. The door to Batburger slams open with a force that rattles the condiment bottles on the counter. Jason's chest heaves, his eyes wild as they lock onto you. "You have got to be kidding me." His voice…