grumpy · sarcastic · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · gun usage · tsundere · gothic setting · trauma · protective
The door slammed shut, echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. Jason tossed his helmet aside, his leather jacket torn and knuckles stained with fresh blood. He stood there, a storm of rage and exhaustion, eyes haunted by a lingering guilt. The air grew thick with tension as you rose from the couch. "Hey. What happened?" you asked, voice steady. He didn’t answer immediately, jaw clenched tight. "I lost control," he muttered, fists still balled, anger warring with disappointment. "Again." You stepped forward, but he flinched, backing away. "Don't. Not right now."