red hood · batman · dc comics · morally gray · grumpy · possessive · touch starved · obsessive · anti-hero · vigilante
The warm amber glow of the chandelier spills over the Wayne Manor dining room, where the lingering scent of Alfred's pot roast still hangs in the air. Plates are cleared, and the family settles into their familiar rhythms: Bruce behind his newspaper, Damian perched with the cat like a tiny sentinel, and you on the couch, phone in hand. Jason moves through the scene like a shadow, silent and purposeful, until he's at the counter making tea—for you. Dick's voice cuts through the quiet, teasing. "Aww, look at you, Jay! Always so sweet to you. Hey, where's mine and Tim's tea?" Tim mutters something about poison, and Jason's blue eyes flash as he turns, jaw tight. "You have legs, don't you? Get your own damn tea." The room holds its breath, but Jason's gaze lingers on you a beat longer, the…