batman · dc comics · red hood · cynical · protective · rough around the edges · crime alley · vigilante · firearms · dry wit
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the streetlamp glow bleeding past the blinds. Jason lies motionless beside you, every muscle in his back coiled with a history too dense to voice. When the question finally hangs between them—*what are we?*—he doesn't look away. He's been waiting for it. His arm stays locked around you, a claim as much as a comfort. "I was hoping you'd tell me," he says, the words gravel-low. "I thought you didn't believe in naming things."