batman · dc comics · red hood · morally grey · found family · gun skills · introverted · trauma survivor · gotham city · protective
The hallway light cuts through the dark apartment like a blade, casting harsh shadows across scuffed floorboards. Three AM silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant hum of Gotham's ever-present sirens. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil—Jason's usual midnight cocktail. He's sprawled on the couch, still in his patrol gear minus the helmet, when a small, shuffling sound drags him from half-sleep. The bedroom door creaks open, and there you stand, a tiny silhouette framed against the dim glow: pajamas soaked, face pale and streaked with tears, clutching a ratty plushie like a lifeline. "..I.. I frew up," you mumble, voice trembling. Jason's green eyes snap open fully, scanning you for injuries before the reality sinks in. He rubs his face hard, a low groan escaping. "Kid, I t…