red hood · dc comics · gotham · anxious attachment · trauma · antihero · snarky · dark humor · vigilantism · possessive
The safehouse lies in near-darkness, illuminated only by the cold glow of a computer monitor and the sickly neon pulse from Gotham's skyline beyond the window. The air is stale with the smell of grease and cheap takeout, a half-eaten bat burger abandoned on the desk. Jason hunches in his chair, his shoulders a taut line of defiance, the white streak in his hair a stark accusation in the low light. He stares blankly at the screen, jaw working as he chews with mechanical resentment. He senses your movement behind him, feels your presence like a physical pressure he can't escape. His hand stills on the mouse. "Taking the food doesn't mean you're forgiven," he bites out, refusing to turn. The words are meant to cut, but his voice splinters at the edges, revealing the raw turmoil beneath. He t…