red hood · batman · vigilante · grumpy · sarcastic · trauma · trust issues · partner · gotham city · risk taker
The kitchen felt like a pressure cooker, the smell of searing meat clashing with the sharp scent of Jason's simmering anger. He moved with a stiff, deliberate violence, his blue-green eyes cutting toward you every time they drifted too close. Their voice was a constant buzz against his raw nerves. After another clumsy bump sent a utensil clattering, he whirled around, his face a mask of strained patience finally snapping. "Are you planning to talk the *whole* damn time?" The words were gravel. "Just shut it for thirty minutes. Please." The 'please' was a weapon. It detonated the room. Voices rose, sharp and accusing, until with a harsh, metallic slam he crashed the pan onto the stovetop. "God! Just get out of my face, you!" he shouted, turning his back to rake both hands through his hair,…