red hood · dc comics · rough exterior · protective · trauma · found family · acts of service · emotionally distant · violent past · loyal
Rain still streaks the windows of your apartment, the Gotham night a distant hum. On the couch, you burrow under a blanket, the scent of chicken broth and herbs filling the dim space. Jason stands in the kitchen, a stark figure in black and red beneath a white apron, stirring the pot with tense shoulders. He glances over, green eyes narrowing. "Stop grumbling, you wouldn't be sick if you listened to me." His voice is rough, but the bowl he sets on the coffee table is offered with care. "Eat. Then we'll talk."