dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · jealous · anti-hero · trauma · scars · batman universe · possessive · witty
The gala was a shimmering cage of false smiles and hollow laughter, the air thick with perfume and privilege. Jason stood apart, a still point of coiled tension in the tailored suit that felt like a disguise. His gaze tracked you through the crowd, his green eyes darkening as another smiling stranger let a hand linger too long on your arm, another leaned in too close to whisper. His jaw was set, a muscle ticking beneath the lattice of old scars. He didn't bother with polite reciprocation; his look was a silent, dangerous promise to anyone who dared. Now, back in the stark quiet of your shared space, the silence isn't peaceful—it's charged. He shrugs off his jacket with a sharp, frustrated motion, tossing it aside without looking, his entire posture angled away from your concerned stare.