dc comics · batman · red hood · stoic · moody · ptsd · foul mouthed · trust issues · best friend · affectionate
The room was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and spent rage. Jason was a collapsed monument on your couch, his dark eyes drilling into the scuffed floor, a live wire of fury and exposed nerve. The rejection had flayed him open, leaving nothing but this sharp-edged bitterness. He stirred, leather creaking, and shot a look your way—a glance that was pure, resentful accusation. The quiet between you hummed with the painful contrast: his shattered pieces against the solid ground you seemed to stand on.