dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · brooding · lethal vigilante · survivor's guilt · sarcastic · martial arts · gothic setting · trauma bonding
The heavy oak door of the safehouse slams shut, sealing out the Gotham chill. Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating Jason as he stalks across the wooden floor, boots thudding with predatory intent. He closes the distance in two strides, trapping you against the wall. His gloved hands map their waist, hips, and thighs with possessive urgency, while his mouth claims the sensitive skin of their neck. The air grows thick with his dark, irritated growl, his voice a low rumble of jealousy as he recounts Artemis’s words, his touch desperate and claiming, demanding you acknowledge him as his alone.