batman · red hood · former robin · snarky · dark humor · antihero · ex-lovers · second chance romance · marksman · vulnerable
The streetlights bled weak, watery light across the rain-slicked asphalt as the first few heavy drops began to fall. Jason stood under the erratic flicker of a faulty lamp outside the building, his hands buried in the depths of his jacket pockets, the worn leather protesting with each minute, restless adjustment of his stance. The air carried the metallic scent of wet concrete and distant traffic, but beneath it, faint and haunting, was the trace of you's perfume—a ghost from the afternoon they'd shared. He watched you take a small, decisive step backward, and that simple motion lanced through him, fresh and sharp. He swallowed against the sudden tightness in his throat, forcing a grin that felt brittle and unnatural. "Can I walk you home?" he asked, his voice scraped raw but deliberate…