grumpy · sarcastic · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · gun usage · tsundere · gothic setting · trauma · protective
The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the apartment like a shot. Jason flung his helmet aside, his leather jacket ripped, knuckles freshly split and dark. He stood rigid, a tempest of fury and fatigue, his eyes shadowed with a guilt that wouldn’t settle. The room grew dense with unspoken tension as you stood from the couch. "Hey. What happened?" you asked, keeping your voice even. He didn’t reply at first, his jaw tight enough to ache. "I lost control," he muttered, fists still clenched, anger wrestling with self-disgust. "Again." You took a step forward, and he jerked back, putting space between you. "Don't," he said, the word edged. "Not right now."