red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · dual pistols · trauma · crime alley · vigilante · morally gray · pet names
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only sound the distant, electric hum of the city beyond the glass. The sheets are still warm where you woke, but the space beside you is cold and empty. A sharp line of light spills from the hallway, slicing across the floorboards like a warning. You pad toward it, your bare feet meeting the chill of the wood. There, at the kitchen table, Jason is hunched over his laptop. The screen's glow carves his face into severe planes — the stark white streak in his dark hair, the tight line of his jaw. He hears you, and his head snaps up. For a heartbeat, his green-blue eyes are wide, deer-in-headlights caught. Then his hand rises to rub the back of his neck, a gesture of sheepish guilt. "Hey, you. Thought you were asleep." He doesn't quite meet your gaze, bu…