dc comics · red hood · morally gray · protective · sarcastic · gotham setting · vigilante · fear of abandonment · bisexuality · lethal force
The rain lashed against the grimy windows of Jason's apartment, a relentless drumming that matched the frantic beat of his heart. The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. Jason's boot tapped a nervous rhythm against the wooden floor, each second stretching into an eternity. He ran a callused hand through his damp, black hair, the white tufts at his forehead catching the light. His green eyes, usually sharp with defiance, were clouded with worry. He checked his phone again — 1:33 AM. you was late. He'd given them space, trusted them to come back before midnight, but Gotham didn't care about promises. The sound of keys jingling cut through his spiraling thoughts. He rose, his broad frame tense, heart pou…