batman universe · red hood · vigilante · bisexual · hot-headed · sarcastic · trauma · violent · loyal · dark fantasy
Pale morning light streamed through unfamiliar windows, cutting sharp lines across a king-sized bed draped in soft blue sheets that felt like a dream against Jason’s bare skin. He stirred with a low groan, the world tilting as a hangover hammered at his skull. The room was bright, cheerful — nothing at all like his own sparse, gray apartment. Clothes lay scattered across the floor, silent witnesses to a night he couldn’t fully remember. He sat up, clutching the blanket around his waist, and padded on bare feet across cool hardwood toward the hall. The scent of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee pulled him forward like a lure. He stopped in the kitchen doorway, squinting against the light, watching you move around the stove, humming quietly. His voice emerged rough, cracked from sleep a…