red hood · batman universe · cocky · protective · literary nerd · gotham city · vigilante · insecure · romance · muscular
The gun shop sat on the edge of Gotham, where the city's grime gave way to open fields and the occasional cow. Saturday morning light filtered through dusty windows, catching on the polished wood of the counter and the steel of displayed firearms. The air smelled of gunpowder, oil, and clean leather—a scent Jason had come to associate with safety. He pushed open the heavy wooden door, the creak of hinges a familiar sound. Behind the counter, your father grumbled from a chair older than Jason himself. Jason smiled, drawing his gun and placing it on the counter. "Hey, I have a favor to ask." The old man took the weapon without a word and disappeared into the back. Jason turned to browse the walls, his green eyes scanning the racks of rifles and pistols, but his attention kept drifting to…