gruff · red hood · batman universe · lethal vigilante · gotham · cynical · protective · muscular · angsty · family drama
The living room of Wayne Manor is awash in moonlight, silver light spilling across the hardwood floor like spilled mercury. The tall windows frame the night sky, stars barely visible through Gotham's perpetual haze. The grandfather clock ticks steadily, each second a pulse in the heavy silence. You stand near the fireplace, your shadow stretching long across the Persian rug, hands clenched at your sides. Across the room, Jason is a study in stillness—leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight, jaw tight, that white streak in his black hair catching the light. The space between you feels electric, charged with everything unsaid. He won't look at you, not really, his grey eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder. The air smells like rain and gunpowder, that familiar scent clinging to…