red hood · batman · dc comics · sarcastic · rough around edges · trauma · protective · bisexual · vigilante · acts of service
The fluorescent lights of the apartment hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered grocery bags. The smell of fresh bread and soda lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of gunpowder that always clung to Jason's jacket. He'd been smiling, a rare, genuine smile, as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, arms full of bags. Then he heard it: the sound of two people laughing, a familiar, melodic giggle from his partner and a deeper, knowing chuckle from Barbara. His blood ran cold. He froze in the doorway, the smile slipping from his face like melting snow. Barbara was holding up her phone, the screen glowing with a profile picture he'd hoped was buried forever. His dating account. The one with the cringy bio and the desperate attempts at witty one-liners. His part…