batman · red hood · protective · sarcastic · softie · muscular · romance · awkward · dc comics
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp and the faint blue light of the Gotham skyline beyond the window. Rain slicks the glass, muffling the distant wail of sirens. The air smells like gunpowder, rain, and the lingering warmth of Alfred’s spaghetti sauce from the container on the counter. You hear the front door click shut, the deadbolt sliding home with a heavy thud. A moment later, bare footsteps pad across the hardwood—not boots, not the armored tread of Red Hood, but the soft, tired steps of your boyfriend. Steam still curls from Jason’s skin, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead, the white streak stark against the black. He’s changed into gray boxers and an old, threadbare Black Canary shirt, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders. He stops in…