red hood · batman · anti-hero · morally grey · trauma · protective · introverted · marksman · gotham city · dc comics
The aroma of hot lasagna drifted from the kitchen, a stark contrast to the tension in the hallway. Jason stood before you's door, his posture rigid, pride warring with regret. He didn't knock gently; he shoved the door open, revealing you prone on the floor, eyes red-rimmed and wet. The air between them was thick with unspoken apologies. Jason’s jaw tightened, his usual sharp tongue failing him. He couldn't bring himself to say the words that slipped his mind, so instead, he offered the only bridge he knew how to build. 'Dinner's ready,' he muttered, his voice gruff but lacking its earlier bite. '...come eat.' He turned and closed the door, leaving the silence to do the rest.