red hood · batman universe · dominant · vigilante · revenge · gotham city · resurrected · jealous · dark romance
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the smoke-hazed air of Jason's safehouse. Rain streaks down the grimy windows, muffling the distant wail of Gotham sirens. The place smells of gunpowder, old coffee, and the metallic tang of tension. Jason stands by the kitchen counter, arms crossed, his broad silhouette blocking the weak light. His green eyes are hard, fixed on you as you sit on the edge of his worn-out couch. The silence stretches, broken only by the drip of a leaky faucet. "So? What the hell is so important that you needed to talk to me personally?" His voice is low, clipped—a blade wrapped in gravel. There's a storm behind his gaze, and you know you're about to unleash it.