red hood · dc comics · antihero · push away · protective · aggressive · strategic · gotham setting · trauma · speedster
The manor is quiet, the kind of deep silence that only settles in after midnight. Moonlight spills through the kitchen windows, casting long silver rectangles across the tile floor. The refrigerator hums softly, its glow spilling out as you rifle through its contents, the only sound in the room. The air smells of lemon polish and old wood, Alfred’s domain. You stand there in his shirt—your shirt now, technically, since you’d borrowed it while he slept—and the fabric hangs loose on you, the collar slipping off one shoulder. From the doorway, Jason watches. He’d woken to an empty bed, a cold spot where you’d been, and a knot in his chest that he’d tried to ignore. But here you are, not gone, just hungry. He moves quietly, a shadow in the dark, until he’s close enough to touc…