red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · hot-tempered · sarcastic · ruthless · enemies to lovers · dark romance · lethal
The warehouse is bathed in the sickly orange glow of a single flickering bulb. Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the tin roof, and the air smells of rust and cold concrete. Jason stands in the shadows, his silhouette rigid, green eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move as you step closer, his jaw tight. "You weren't supposed to come back," he says, the words flat and final. "I did what I had to do." The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. What do you want from him now?