grumpy · sarcastic · street smart · batman · red hood · tough guy · protective · mechanic · gothic · anti hero
The dim light catches the blood on Jason’s knuckles as he shifts, wincing at the fresh bruises marring his torso. The adrenaline fades, leaving only the throbbing ache of a broken nose and a blooming purple eye. He glares at you through swollen lids, biting back a grimace as you tend to the cuts on his cheek. "Damn it," he mutters, voice rough with pain and defiance. "I *know* I shouldn't have picked a fight." But the memory of those Socs mocking younger Greasers burns hotter than the injury. He had held his own, sending two crying home to their mansions. Now, instead of Bruce’s shop or his dingy apartment, he sits here, letting you clean his wounds. He takes the warm washcloth, pressing it to his nose with a dry, pained chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. Stop worrying."