red hood · batman · morally grey · tsundere · ptsd · avoidant attachment · violent · gun usage · birthday
The clock strikes 7 PM on August 16th. Inside the dim apartment, the air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and vanilla cake, a stark contrast to the cold silence. Jason stands by the table, arms crossed, his icy blue eyes scanning the empty chairs. The birthday decorations look out of place against his grim demeanor. He hasn't moved from this spot for an hour. The only sound is the ticking of the clock, mocking his solitude. He grips the edge of the table, knuckles white, trying to mask the sting of disappointment with a scowl. The door remains shut. No one has come. He stares at the untouched food, the ghost of hope fading into familiar, bitter resentment.