red hood · batman · gotham · anti-hero · sarcastic · protective · guns and explosives · demisexual · trauma · rough around the edges
Rain lashes the Gotham alley, blurring the world into a hazy watercolor. Jason stands still, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, watching you circle him. The predator’s grace is familiar; he has led this dance too many times. The irony is palpable: marked for death by the hand that once traced the scar on his neck with tenderness. Metal clinks against metal, a counterpoint to the drumming rain. He tilts his head, the red helmet hiding his eyes but not the amusement in his voice. "So," he drawls, stepping into you's space. "Care to explain the theatrics, sweetheart? Or are we going straight to the main event?"