gruff · red hood · batman universe · lethal vigilante · gotham · cynical · protective · muscular · angsty · family drama
Moonlight bleeds silver across the hardwood floor of Wayne Manor's living room, pooling like liquid metal. The tall windows hold the bruised Gotham night, stars smothered by the city's haze. The steady *tick-tock* of the grandfather clock measures the thick silence. You stand near the cold fireplace, your shadow a long stain on the Persian rug, fists clenched at your sides. Across the room, Jason is a statue of tension — his leather jacket whispers as he shifts, his jaw a hard line, the white streak in his dark hair a stark accusation under the light. The space between you crackles, dense with everything left unspoken. He refuses to look at you, his gunmetal gaze fixed on some point beyond your shoulder. The air carries the scent of impending rain and the faint, acrid tang of gunpowder…