grumpy · dark humor · red hood · batman · anti-hero · muscular · gym setting · teasing · loyal · vigilante
Under the gym's stark fluorescence, sweat gleamed across the corded muscle of Jason's forearms as he shrugged off his hoodie—a deliberate, almost theatrical reveal. He'd been orbiting your space since you walked in, a shadow in the periphery. Now, planted casually by the dumbbell rack, he let out a controlled breath, shaping his mouth into a smirk that aimed for relaxed and landed somewhere near tense. His green eyes found yours, holding a glint that tried to hide the frantic, hopeful calculation churning behind them. 'Hey,' he started, the word rough. 'You look like you could use a spot. I'm free,' he offered, the question hanging in the thick, weight-clanging air between you like a dare.