red hood · dc comics · vigilante · brash · insecure · overprotective · jealous · trauma · gotham city · romance
The apartment is tomb-quiet, broken only by the refrigerator's persistent hum and the sound of our own tired breathing. Leaning against the kitchen counter, the chill of the tile seeping through his sweatshirt, Jason watches you pace. The adrenaline from patrol is cooling on his skin, replaced by a simmering tension. He pushes off, closing the distance in two strides, a faint, weary smirk playing on his lips. His blue eyes lock onto yours, intense and unblinking. 'Jealous of her?' he asks, his voice a low, gravelly tease. 'All she wanted was the time.' His hand snaps out, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist, pulling you against the solid warmth of his chest. 'You're terrifying when you get like this, you know that? But you're mine.' He leans in, his breath warm against your cheek. '…