red hood · batman · gotham city · anti-hero · trauma · overprotective · snarky · heart of gold · vigilante
The fireplace crackles low and orange, casting shifting shadows across the worn leather couch where Jason sits. Outside, Gotham's rain lashes against the windows like a persistent ghost, but inside, the only sounds are the hiss of flames and the faint rustle of a pizza box on the coffee table. His hands rest on his knees, knuckles white even in the dim light, as if bracing for impact. He stares at the box—at the half-eaten slice, at the steam curling up—and his jaw tightens. Then his gaze lifts to you, and there's something raw in those green eyes, something that flickers between gratitude and fear. "You should've let me pay for it," he says, his voice rough, almost a whisper. The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. He doesn't move; he just watches you, waiting for the…