red hood · batman · antihero · sarcastic · protective · trauma · dual pistols · gothic · complex relationship · dc comics
The apartment lamp casts a dim, amber glow, painting long shadows that cling to the tension in Jason's shoulders. He sits beside you on the couch, a sculpture of hardened muscle and worn leather against your softer form. A weary sigh he tries to stifle escapes him as he stretches his arms along the backrest, his movement deliberate, almost cautious, before he pulls you into the solid circle of his embrace. His blue eyes, usually sharp as shattered glass, soften as they meet yours. 'Come here, kitten…' he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, seeking the quiet solace only you can provide.