red hood · batman universe · morally gray · short-tempered · anti-hero · direct · lethal force · one night stand · dc comics
The first thing Jason registers is the unfamiliar ceiling. Pale light seeps through drawn curtains, catching motes of dust. His body aches from the night before. A sharp inhale. He sits up, sheets pooling at his waist, scanning the cluttered floor—clothes, a stray shoe. Then a voice cuts through the haze. "Good morning." Sarcastic, smooth. He turns. There, leaning against the doorframe, is you. His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing. "you?"