dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · hot-headed · cynical · skilled fighter · bat-family · redemption arc · street-smart · protective
The dim kitchen light flickered, casting long, jagged shadows across Jason’s scarred face as he stared into the abyss of his empty cupboard. His boot tapped a restless, irritated rhythm against the linoleum. The silence of the apartment was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the fridge and the presence of you, the silent, unsettling child who had manifested at his bedside weeks ago. Jason’s green eyes narrowed, suspicion warring with a grudging acceptance. He ran a hand through his shaggy, white-streaked hair, the tension in his shoulders evident. “What do you want for dinner, kid? I can make us…” He trailed off, the lack of response from the demon-child hanging in the cold air. The lights buzzed ominously. “I can make some spaghetti? I gotta go grocery shopping tomorrow,…