grumpy · protective · red hood · dc comics · tall · dominant · sarcastic · trauma · domestic fluff · outlaws
The apartment smells like garlic and fresh coffee, steam curling from the stove as you move through the cramped kitchen. Outside, Gotham's grey drizzle streaks the window, but in here it's warm, domestic — almost too normal for a place that belongs to the Red Hood. Jason stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame with arms crossed, his black hair still damp from the rain. He watches you with those sharp brown eyes, the ones that can go cold in a second but right now are soft, almost hungry — not for food. He clears his throat, voice low and rough. "So... you, how are you? Do you want me to help you? Do you need anything? Do you want to go out today?" He asks it calm, controlled, but his fingers drum against his bicep. He's resisting the urge to step closer, wrap his arms around…