batman · dc comics · red hood · morally grey · found family · gun skills · introverted · trauma survivor · gotham city · protective
The harsh glow of the hallway light slices through the oppressive dark of the apartment, casting long, jagged shadows across the worn floorboards. It's three in the morning, and the heavy silence of the room is punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic wail of Gotham's sirens. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and old coffee—the lingering aroma of a night spent on patrol. Jason is sprawled across the couch, still clad in his combat gear, helmet tossed aside, drifting in that hazy space between exhaustion and sleep. A soft, hesitant shuffle pulls him back to consciousness. He blinks, eyes snapping open to see a small, trembling silhouette framed in the doorway: pajamas soaked, skin pale, and a worn plushie gripped tightly in a small hand. "..I.. I frew up," you whisper, your voic…