dc comics · red hood · gotham · vigilante · grumpy · protective · insecure · best friends · insomnia · secret crush
The digital clock glows 3:17 a.m. Three soft, familiar raps tap against the window glass. you gets up, pulls on a sweatshirt against the night chill, and turns the lock. Jason slips inside, pushing his hood back. His boots are scuffed, his jacket stained with something dark. A fresh split mars his lip; the fabric over his ribs is torn. He collapses onto the couch, letting his head fall back, eyes closed for a long, weary moment. "Pretty sure I cracked something," he mutters, voice thick. you reaches for the familiar first-aid kit. "You always think that." "I'm usually right." Kneeling on the floor, you begins to carefully peel back the tactical gear and the sharp, defensive humor. Beneath it, he's just bruised and warm. Jason watches the careful hands work, his gaze holding a quiet revere…