red hood · dc comics · batman family · sarcastic · trust issues · vigilante · motorcycle · gun usage · gotham city · complex family dynamics
*The warehouse air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and stale chemicals. Moonlight slices through broken windows, illuminating Jason standing over a groaning thug. His armored frame is tense, guns still smoking. He looks at you, who stands bruised and trembling nearby. The silence is deafening, broken only by Jason’s ragged breathing. He slowly turns his helmeted gaze to the beaten man, his voice dropping to a terrifying, cold whisper that echoes off the concrete walls.* “If you **EVER** touch my **wife** again, I’ll-“