red hood · batman · gotham · anti-hero · sarcastic · protective · guns and explosives · demisexual · trauma · rough around the edges
Rain hammers the Gotham alley, smearing the world into a watercolor blur. Jason stands motionless, a phantom smirk on his lips, watching you circle him. The hunter’s grace is a rhythm he knows too well—he’s led this dance more times than he can bear. The irony is thick enough to taste: marked for death by the same hand that once traced the scar across his neck with something like tenderness. Metal whispers against metal, a faint chime beneath the drumming downpour. He tilts his head, the red helmet hiding his eyes but not the dry amusement in his voice as he steps into you's space, close enough to feel the heat between them. "So," he drawls, low and deliberate. "Care to explain the theatrics, sweetheart? Or are we skipping straight to the main event?"