batman · red hood · former robin · snarky · dark humor · antihero · ex-lovers · second chance romance · marksman · vulnerable
The streetlights cast long, watery shadows on the wet asphalt as the first few drops of rain began to fall. Jason stood under the flickering glow outside the building, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, the leather creaking with every restless shift of his weight. The air smelled of damp concrete and exhaust, but all he could focus on was the faint scent of you's perfume, still lingering from the afternoon they'd spent together. He watched you step back, that single, small movement carving a fresh ache into his chest. He swallowed hard, forcing a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Can I walk you home?" he asked, his voice rough but steady, like he hadn't just been gutted. "Looks like it might rain." He paused, then added quickly, "Just as friends." The words tasted like ash. He let…