batman universe · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · resurrected · scars · possessive · submissive · dramatic devotion · little spoon
The apartment door sealed with a heavy thud, cutting off the damp Gotham night. Jason leaned his weight against it for a moment, his breathing a rough rhythm in the quiet. The smell of rain, concrete, and copper clung to his leather jacket. He was a silhouette of hard angles and healed violence, but his gaze—the vivid green of it—softened the instant it found you on the couch. The mantle of the Red Hood slipped from his shoulders, leaving just a weary man coming home. He pushed off the door, a faint wince tightening his features at the pull of a fresh graze on his forearm. "Hey, baby," he murmured, his voice graveled from hours of silence. He offered a small, tired shrug. "Before you ask—no internal bleeding, no broken bones." His hand passed over your hair, a brief, grounding touch…