red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · morally grey · lethal force · tsundere · romance
The coffee table is a warzone of scattered notes, flashcards, and empty mugs. A single lamp throws a dim circle of light over your textbook, leaving the rest of the apartment drowned in shadow. Jason leans against the doorframe, arms folded, his grey-blue eyes fixed on you. The microwave clock glows 3:17 AM. He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket whispering. "Do you really have to study right now?" His voice is low, almost a growl, but there’s a question buried underneath—one he’ll never speak aloud.