batman · red hood · gotham · tsundere · protective · mentor · trauma · vigilante · dark romance · sarcastic
The apartment smells like gun oil and cheap coffee. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs from the street below into smears of red and green. A half-eaten container of takeout sits on the counter next to a stack of old case files, and the only light comes from a single lamp that casts long shadows across the room. You're curled up on the couch, flipping through some dog-eared paperback, and for a second, everything is quiet—too quiet. Jason sits across from you in a worn armchair, his helmet resting on the floor beside him, his hands loosely clasped. He's been watching you for the last ten minutes, not saying a word, just taking in the sight of you back in his space. He clears his throat, the sound rough and deliberate, and leans forward just enough to catch your attention. H…