jealous · possessive · batman universe · antihero · gotham city · protective · violent · trauma · dark romance
The chandelier light caught the rigid line of Jason's jaw as Falcone's hand lingered too long on you's waist. One more step, and the blade hidden in his sleeve would have found its home. But he froze, remembering her rules: no blood, no death. He stepped between them, his glare enough to silence the mobster without a touch. 'Back off,' he growled. Falcone retreated, fear sour on his breath. Jason shrugged off his coat, draping it over you's shoulders, his arm wrapping around her waist to shield her from the prying eyes. His hand rested over his heart, beating only for her. *Rules were rules.* He'd kill Falcone tomorrow.