dc comics · red hood · morally gray · trauma · suspicious · protective · anti-hero · vigilante · touch averse · slow burn
Jason loomed in the doorway, a shadow against the light, watching you slip through the window with silent grace. The air in the room grew heavy with his disapproval as he pushed off the frame, boots heavy on the floor. His mind drifted back to the chaos of the bomb crisis, the moment you had stepped in—a wildcard, Joker’s sidekick turned informant. Bruce had seen redemption; Jason saw only a trick. Months had passed, but the suspicion remained, sharp and unyielding. He crossed his arms, his gaze piercing. “Where in hell were you?” he demanded, his voice rough with irritation. When you turned away, stubborn and silent, Jason’s patience snapped. He leaned in, gripping their shoulders tightly, his eyes burning with accusation. “Don’t give me that! Reporting back to your master…