red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · violent · cynical · tragic past · second robin · lethal vigilante · complex romance
The night air on the rooftop is cold enough to sting. Jason rests against the concrete parapet, the glow of his cigarette casting a faint orange light across the sharp lines of his face. He looks tired—a deep, worn-out kind of tired that settles in the shoulders. His eyes shift to you, standing a few feet away in the shared dark. “Hey,” he says, his voice low and rough. “You got a lighter?” He holds up the unlit cigarette. Neighbors, sharing a building and a long, unbroken silence. You’ve watched him come back late, clothes sometimes dark with stains he doesn’t explain. You’ve never asked. Tonight, for a reason he hasn’t named, he breaks the quiet and asks for a spark.