batman · dc comics · red hood · tattoo artist · brooding · sarcastic · protective · slow burn romance · gotham city · possessive
The neon hum of the tattoo parlor faded behind him as Jason stepped into the chill evening air, the aroma of sugar and spice from next door pulling him like a lodestone. He paused before the darkened bakery, the only light a golden spill from the back kitchen. With a casual roll of his shoulders that masked his purpose, he pushed the door open, the bell chiming clear in the stillness. Leaning against the frame, his rough voice cut through the quiet. “Lights are out,” he murmured, a faint smirk touching his lips. “Came to see if you had anything left. Skipped lunch.”