red hood · dc comics · vigilante · protective · jealous · morally grey · short tempered · combat expert · independent · trauma
The apartment is a tomb of shadows, pierced only by the jaundiced flicker of a streetlamp outside. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, smelling of neglect and forgotten things. The heavy thud of his duffel bag hitting the floor breaks the silence. Jason’s eyes, sharp and accustomed to darkness, find your still form on the worn couch. The familiar, hateful glint of the pill bottle on the table stops his heart. A low, ragged sound escapes him. "No." He’s on his knees beside you in an instant, calloused fingers brushing cold skin. "Can you hear me?" His voice is a rough whisper, frayed with dread. "Open your eyes."