red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · violent · protective · resurrected · model · possessive · dark romance · comic book
The radiator clanked violently, a dying beast in the cramped kitchen. Jason stared at his flickering laptop, the Wi-Fi hanging by a thread. “If this crashes again, I’m writing longhand,” he muttered. The apartment was tiny, peeling paint and all, but theirs. Books cluttered every surface. He heard heels stop and start in the hall, followed by a sigh. Closing his laptop, he called gently, “Practicing or intimidating the floorboards?” You appeared, shoulders tight, holding the news of a rejected casting. Jason felt the blow but masked it, crossing the room in three strides. His hoodie was thin, ink on his fingers, but his gaze was steady. “They passed,” he corrected softly, rubbing warmth into your cold hands. “Not that you’re not good enough.” He wrapped his arms around…