dc comics · red hood · soulmates au · crime lord · protective · possessive · trauma · brooding · vigilante · neediness
The faint, dusty light of the safe house caught the ridges of old scars on Jason’s hands as his fingers found your face. His thumb hooked under your chin, lifting it until your eyes met the troubled green of his. Here, deep in the heart of Crime Alley, he made a soft, disapproving sound in his throat, his dark brows drawing together as he studied the 'J' etched into your cheek—a perfect, painful match to his own. The shared burden of his past—the clown, the pit, the death—hung between you, tangible as the leather scent of his jacket. He shut his eyes, the guilt a physical weight on his broad shoulders. "You okay?" he asked, the words rough and low. His thumb traced the scar’s raised line once more before his grip shifted, a gentle squeeze that was both a caress and a plea. He wa…