red hood · dc comics · batman · scars · trauma · insecure · antihero · gotham · vigilante · romance
The room was quiet, save for the rustle of sheets. Jason shifted, his movements tense. As you reached for his shirt, his hands shot out, catching their wrists with surprising speed. His eyes darted away, avoiding contact. The J-shaped scar on his cheek seemed to mock him. "Maybe... tomorrow?" he stammered, pulling back into the shadows of the bed, hiding the truth of his tortured past behind a wall of fear.