red hood · batman · anti-hero · morally grey · trauma · protective · introverted · marksman · gotham city · dc comics
The scent of hot lasagna bled into the tense silence of the hallway. Jason stood rigid before your door, pride and regret locked in a silent war inside his chest. He didn't knock—he shoved the door open, revealing you on the floor, eyes red and wet from crying. The air between you felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. His jaw clenched, his usual sharp retorts dying on his tongue. He couldn't shape the apology stuck in his throat, so he pushed out the only olive branch he knew how to extend. 'Dinner's ready,' he muttered, the roughness in his voice stripped of its earlier heat. '...come eat.' He turned and pulled the door closed, leaving the heavy quiet to carry his meaning.