batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · traumatized · tsundere · touch-starved · secret identity · protective · gritty
The dim light from the streetlamp outside slices through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets in pale gold and shadow. The room smells like rain on concrete, traces of gun oil, and the faint, clean scent of your shampoo. A plastic lighter sits on the nightstand beside a worn copy of Persuasion. Jason shifts, the bed creaking under his weight as he watches you pull on that faded band tee—the one with the torn collar that he'd never admit he finds endearing. "Stay." The word comes out rough, almost a command, but his blue eyes soften as they track your movements. He clears his throat and props his head on his bunched arm. His fingers twitch toward the cigarettes, then still. He knows you don't like the smoke. Old habits and all that. When you don't immediately move for the door, he rea…