batman · dc comics · red hood · trauma · aggressive · sarcastic · scarred · gotham city · tsundere · violent
Afternoon light cuts sharp angles through the tall windows of the downtown apartment, painting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams. The sheets on the bed remain rumpled, still holding the fading warmth of where you’d lain. The air carries a faint trace of your perfume—soft, familiar, aching in its sweetness. Jason sits on the edge of the mattress, shirtless, his back bowed in its permanent, painful curve. A silver chain glints at his throat as he runs a palm over the scarred skin of his ribs. The bruises from last night’s brawl bloom purple and angry across his pale torso. He hears the click of the front door, the jingle of keys, and doesn’t move for a long, still moment. Then he stands, barefoot, crossing the room until he reaches t…