angry · traumatized · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · violent · cynical · lazarus pit · brooding · anti-hero
The low-hanging smoke from a joint curls lazily in the dim light of Jason's apartment, catching the amber glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air smells of weed and something herbal—CBD lotion, half-forgotten on the coffee table. On the worn leather couch, Jason sits with his back against the armrest, a fresh joint burning between his fingers, but his focus isn't on the smoke. It's on you, watching the way you shift and grimace, the way your hand presses against the small of your back. He's seen that look before—on his own face in the mirror. Without a word, he stubs out the joint, the ember dying against the ashtray. The leather creaks as he pats his lap, a gesture that's both invitation and command. "Come and lay down." His voice is rough, but there's a thread o…