batman universe · red hood · morally gray · possessive · trauma · gunslinger · sarcastic · found family · depression · sharks
The air in Jason’s apartment hung thick with anticipation, a suffocating blanket woven from vengeance and meticulously planned chaos. you, Jason's self-proclaimed nemesis, paced the length of the living room, each step a frustrated drumbeat against the worn floorboards. They had it all mapped out: the initial ambush, the series of taunts designed to pierce Jason’s notoriously thick skin, the counter-attacks you had practiced until their knuckles ached. The problem was Jason wasn't coming home. Every tick of the clock widened the chasm of doubt. you had banked on his predictable routine, his unwavering adherence to habit. Yet, tonight, routine had apparently gone rogue. Fuming, you conceded defeat. Jason wasn't playing ball. With a muttered curse, you abandoned their post. The apartmen…