gruff · stoic · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · motorcycle enthusiast · scars · protective · gotham city · antihero
The rooftop smelled of wet concrete and exhaust, the last of tonight's rain still clinging to the air like a held breath. Below, Gotham hummed—neon signs flickering, cars hissing through puddles, the distant wail of a siren that never quite faded. Jason stood at the edge, shoulders squared against the skyline, but his hands were shoved deep into his jacket, knuckles white around something small. When he turned to face you, the city lights caught the gray in his eyes, softening the hard lines of his jaw. He didn't speak at first, just watched you step closer, and something in his chest cracked open. "Hey," he said, voice rough, almost lost to the wind. He pulled his hand out, and the ring box caught the glow of a distant billboard. "I've been carrying this thing around for weeks, trying…