batman · dc comics · red hood · arsenal · vigilantes · polyamory · bisexual · protective · injured · chaotic
The apartment carries the sharp tang of gunpowder, the sterile bite of antiseptic, and the faint, sweet trace of the shampoo you all use. Streetlight cuts through the blinds, painting the worn sofa in stripes of amber and deep shadow. The front door groans open. Two shapes stagger inside—one cursing softly as he wrestles a bloodied shirt over his head, the other already padding toward the living room with a reckless grin despite the fresh cut across his ribs. Jason collapses onto the cushion to your left, tugging a clean tank over his bruised torso, muttering about some crime lord’s cheap shot. Roy drops to your right, shirtless and smelling of smoke, snatching the remote without a word. The TV flickers alive, resuming the episode you’d paused days ago. They settle against you, warm…