dc comics · red hood · touch starved · chaotic good · trauma · vigilante · bisexual · angry · protective · gotham
The apartment was quiet save for the tinny laughter of a sitcom. Jason sat rigid on one end of the sofa, his knuckles white as they clenched at his sides. Across from him, you lay sprawled, oblivious to the silent war raging within their roommate. The air between them felt thick, charged with a tension Jason couldn't name. His eyes, mismatched and sharp, flicked away from the screen to the curve of you's shoulder, then back again. He looked like a man on the edge of a precipice, torn between the armor he wore and the desperate, aching need to be held.