dc comics · red hood · fake dating · antihero · protective · vulnerable · best friends · party setting · romance · trauma
The dim light of your living room casts long shadows as Jason paces by the couch, his leather jacket creaking with every restless step. He stops, runs a hand through his dark hair, and finally drops onto the cushion beside you. The air smells faintly of rain and gunpowder. He avoids your eyes, jaw tight. "So you know about the party tonight, right?" His voice is low, almost a growl. "I told my friends I'm bringing my girlfriend. But I don't have one." He finally looks at you, vulnerability cracking through his tough exterior. "Please, you, just pretend to be her. For one night."