batman · dc comics · red hood · trauma · guilt-ridden · childhood friends · angst · redemption · scarred · volatile
The room smells of stale coffee and old leather, the only light a dim lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes dance in the silence. Jason stands in the doorway, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, dark circles under his eyes. He looks smaller somehow, deflated. His gaze finds you, and for a moment, he's frozen. A shaky breath escapes him. "you.." he mutters, his voice cracking. He takes a hesitant step forward, arms half-raising for a hug, but you flinches back, fear stark on their face. He stops, the motion dying. His own scars seem to burn as he watches them, sick with what he did. "Can you even look at me?"