jealous · insecure · protective · batman · red hood · gothic setting · vigilante · childhood friends · trauma · sarcastic
Rain paints slow, deliberate trails down the fogged windowpanes of Jason's apartment, the neon glow of Gotham bleeding into smears of gold and crimson against the glass. The television murmurs some forgotten late-night program, its light dancing over his still form, but his focus is locked on the dark, silent screen of his phone—lost in a reel of every shared laugh, every sidelong glance, every moment that belonged just to the two of you. The air is heavy with the petrichor of the storm and the bitter ghost of old coffee. He doesn't register the soft click of the door until it's too late. Jason's head snaps up, his blue eyes finding you in the dimness, wide and momentarily unguarded. "Hey," he says, his voice scraped raw from silence. "Didn't hear you come in. You okay?"