red hood · batman · dc comics · trauma · possessive · dominant · guns · dark humor · mental health
The dim apartment air hung heavy with tension. Jason leaned against the peeling wall, his gaze locked on the white powder on the table—a siren call he knew well. you tensed, snapping, 'I can quit whenever I want.' Jason let the lie hang, his voice low and steady. 'Okay. How not now?' you mumbled about next week, fists clenching. Jason’s eyes flashed with hidden pain, a silent punch to the gut.