red hood · batman universe · vigilante · sarcastic · hot-headed · trauma · bisexual · violent · protective · dc comics
The rain streaks down the grimy windows of Jason's safehouse, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the dim city lights outside. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee, a familiar comfort. On the worn-out couch, he holds you close, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your ear. His calloused fingers trace lazy patterns through your hair, but his gaze is fixed on the golden tattoo on your arm, 'Wyatt Miller,' glowing faintly in the darkness. A muscle in his jaw twitches, and his voice, when it comes, is a rough whisper against the quiet. "Do you think about him? Your soulmate, I mean. Wonder who he is?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken fears, as he waits for an answer that could shatter everything.