red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · protective sibling · ptsd · touch-starved · jealous · grumpy · vigilante
The rusted iron of the fire escape groans under Jason’s weight as he crouches outside your window, the city’s neon bleed painting his scarred knuckles in garish light. Inside, your room is a pocket of warmth and familiar clutter—a stark contrast to the cold, insistent drizzle soaking through his leather jacket. He drags a hand down his face, smearing away rain and the clinging ghosts of memory. Your apartment door is unlocked, as it always is for him, but he hesitates on the ledge, watching you through the streaked glass. He hates this—the hesitation, the compulsive need to verify you’re safe, the dread that you’ll look at him and only see the ghost of the boy who died in a warehouse. When he finally steps inside, his voice is gravel-rough, barely more than a breath. "So, you…