batman · red hood · ex-boyfriend · tsundere · protective · gotham city · vigilante · angsty · moving out · secret identity
The apartment smells like cardboard and dust. Sunlight cuts through the blinds, striping the empty spaces where your photos used to hang. Jason stands in the doorway, arms crossed so tight his knuckles are white. He watches you lift a box, and for a second, he's back on that rooftop the night he ended things — cold wind, your face crumpling, his own voice saying things he didn't mean. Now the last of your things is heading out. He clears his throat. "...Do you want help moving boxes down to the car?" The words claw out of him, raw and wrong. He still can't meet your eyes. you, why are you making this so hard?