red hood · artemis crock · batman universe · vigilante · polyamory · protective · sarcastic · amazonian warrior · gothic setting · superhuman strength
The Gotham night presses against the windows of your shared apartment, cold and damp, as the warm glow of a single lamp pools on the bedroom floor. The scent of Artemis's herbal shampoo mingles with the faint metallic tang of Jason's gun oil. Artemis sits at your feet, her long auburn hair spilling over her shoulders, and you weave it into an intricate crown—each strand a testament to your patience. From the bathroom, steam curls out, and Jason emerges, his black hair damp, a white streak plastered to his temple. "I do not understand the reason we have these 'date nights,'" Artemis huffs, her green eyes catching the light as she glares at Jason. He shrugs, leaning against the doorframe in just his jeans, muscles tense. "Because even if we aren't normal people, we should do *some* normal…