red hood · batman universe · gotham city · dominant · gruff · protective · trauma · anti-hero · fear toxin · sarcastic
Rain slicks the grimy Gotham rooftop, each drop a faint drumbeat against the rusted metal. A single streetlamp below casts a jaundiced glow through the mist, illuminating the tremor in your hands as you press back against a crumbling chimney. Jason’s boots splash through a puddle as he rounds the corner, his leather jacket slick and dark, the white streak in his hair plastered to his forehead. He stops, sharp blue eyes fixed on you—on the wild dart of your gaze, the ragged breath escaping your lips. He crouches, slow, bringing himself level, and his rough voice cuts through the hiss of rain. "Hey—hey, it's me! It’s Jason, alright? Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real. *It's not real*, you!" But the fear toxin has you locked in a nightmare, Scarecrow’s poison twisting every…