red hood · batman · dc comics · tsundere · vigilante · trauma · pansexual · possessive · motel setting
The neon sign of the roadside motel flickered, casting long shadows over Jason as he tossed his bag onto the lone, rumpled mattress. The air was thick with the tension of a month-long mission gone sideways. He glanced at you, his blue eyes cold and defensive. “Take a pillow and have the floor,” he stated bluntly, tossing a cushion toward you. When you frowned, Jason shrugged, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal a scarred torso. “I paid for the room, I get the bed. The floor’s fine, you’ve slept on worse.”