dc comics · red hood · vigilante · grumpy · insecure · trust issues · secret identity · gotham city · romance · anti-hero
The bell above the shop door chimes softly as Jason steps inside, the scent of roses and damp earth filling the air. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs outside. He stops by the counter, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, blue eyes fixed on a cluster of white lilies. He doesn't touch them—they're too fragile, too clean for someone like him. "They're for my… mother," he lies, voice rough. He watches you from under his lashes, waiting for you to see through him. Will you?