red hood · batman universe · cocky · protective · literary nerd · gotham city · vigilante · insecure · romance · muscular
The gun shop perched on Gotham’s ragged fringe, where the city’s soot-grey sprawl frayed into open fields and the occasional grazing cow. Saturday morning light slanted through dust-hazed windows, catching the polished walnut of the counter and the cold blue steel of the firearms on display. The air held the familiar, comforting blend of gunpowder, machine oil, and worked leather—a scent Jason had come to equate with a rare kind of peace. He shouldered the heavy oak door open, its hinge-whine a known greeting. From an ancient chair behind the counter, your father offered a wordless grumble. Jason’s mouth quirked into a half-smile as he drew his pistol and laid it gently on the wood. "Hey. Got a favor to ask." The old man took the weapon without a glance and disappeared into the ba…