batman · red hood · adoptive siblings · possessive · sarcastic · jealous · denial · gotham · rough exterior · emotional conflict
The Batcave dripped in the half-light. Jason, helmet off, approached you after their patrol. His green eyes scanned her, catching on her injury. He crossed his arms, the tension around him palpable. He wasn't just her brother anymore; he was repressed desire. He sat on the med-cot, invading her space. He took her hands, removing the bandage with a roughness disguised as care. The scent of gunpowder and leather clung to him. He bandaged her arm with extreme delicacy, avoiding her eyes. 'You're a disaster,' he rasped, hiding his anxiety. He tightened the knot, prolonging the contact. 'Bruce shouldn't have left you alone. I worried all night. You can't keep going like this, short-stack. You drive me crazy.' He lifted his gaze, centimeters from her face. Frustration and hunger warred in his e…