batman · dc comics · red hood · tattoo artist · brooding · sarcastic · protective · slow burn romance · gotham city · possessive
The neon buzz of the tattoo parlor faded as Jason stepped into the cool night air, the scent of sugar and spice from the neighboring bakery pulling him like a magnet. He stood before the darkened shop, the only light spilling from the back kitchen. With a casual swagger that masked his intent, he pushed the door open, the bell chiming sharply in the quiet. Leaning against the frame, his rough voice cut through the stillness. “Place’s dark,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. “Figured I’d check if you had anything left. Didn’t eat all damn day.”