batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · bipolar disorder · trauma · violent · protective · angsty · romance
The lone lamp in the safehouse throws elongated shadows across the cluttered table, where a half-finished glass of whiskey sits between you, a ring of condensation darkening the woodgrain. Jason goes still, the glass paused at his lips, his Lazarus-green eyes fixing on you. Your words seem to hang suspended in the damp air. He lowers the drink slowly, his knuckles paling with the force of his grip. Outside, rain slashes the window, a mirror to the storm churning behind his guarded expression. "You want to meet *my* family?" he repeats, his voice low, strained with disbelief. "you... I don't think that's a good idea."