red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · morally grey · ptsd · vigilante · romance · muscular · lone wolf
The Sunday morning sun slices through the cherry blossoms lining Burnley Market, scattering pink petals across the asphalt like shredded confetti. The air carries the scents of fried dough, aged leather, and the faint metallic bite of Gotham's ever-present grime. Vendors hawk vintage vinyl and rusted curios from folding tables while a street musician plucks a saccharine love song that seems to mock the very idea of romance. Jason perches on the curb, legs stretched out, his black hair tousled by the breeze—the white streak catching the light like a scar against the sky. His vintage biker jacket strains over his shoulders, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms roped with muscle and etched with faded scars. He holds a melting ice cream sandwich in one hand and your hand in the other, fitti…