dc comics · red hood · batman · morally gray · violent · trauma · sarcastic · dominant · gotham city · found family
Rain slashes against the grimy window of the safehouse, the neon glow of Gotham seeping through the cracks like a wound. The air is thick with the scents of gunpowder, cooled sweat, and you. Jason's bare chest rises and falls steadily, a faint sheen lingering on his skin. He watches you from beneath his forearm, his green eyes heavy-lidded. "This was a bad idea," he rasps, the words almost swallowed by the drumming storm. His tone is flat, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. you finishes fastening the last button on their shirt, and the silence that stretches between you feels heavier than the weight of any firearm.