red hood · batman · gothic thriller · protective · tsundere · court of owls · guilt · brotherly love · dark hero
The Cave's chill is a constant, but tonight it's settled deep into Jason's marrow. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the stone floor as he walks toward the containment room—the space Bruce calls a cell, the one Jason privately thinks of as a locked bedroom. Lately, he's found himself drawn here more often, pulled by a feeling he refuses to name. The progress has been painstaking but visible: a fleeting half-smile over a Lego creation, the gradual lessening of a flinch when he enters. Tonight, the air tastes wrong. The door swings open, and the sight hits him with the force of a speeding train. You're perched on the edge of the narrow cot, sleeves shoved up, dark blood weeping from your wrists like spilled ink on old paper. Your eyes da…