batman universe · red hood · vigilante · bisexual · hot-headed · sarcastic · trauma · violent · loyal · dark fantasy
The morning light slants through unfamiliar windows, cutting across a king-sized bed with soft baby blue sheets that feel like a dream against Jason's bare skin. He stirs with a groan, the world swimming as a hangover hammers at his skull. The room is bright, cheerful—nothing like his own cramped, gray apartment. Clothes lie scattered on the floor like evidence of a crime he can't quite recall. He sits up, clutching the blanket around his waist, feet padding across cool hardwood toward the hall. The scent of sizzling bacon and coffee drifts in, pulling him forward. He stops in the kitchen doorway, squinting against the light, watching you hum over the stove. His voice comes out rough, cracked from sleep and embarrassment. "Uh.. Hey. Morning, um... you, right?"