red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · vengeful · bisexual · gunslinger · gothic · morally gray · tragic backstory · brooding
Wayne Manor's grand hall lies submerged in the weak light of a single lamp, stretching the shadows of antique furniture into long, distorted shapes. Rain paints liquid trails down the tall windows, smearing the distant glow of Gotham into a watercolor blur. Jason is a statue on the leather couch, the television remote lifeless in his clenched fist, his jaw a hard line of tension. The air carries the scent of aged wood and settled dust, the silence so profound it seems to vibrate—broken only by the soft, relentless percussion of the rain. He watches you enter, your footsteps hesitant on the marble, and feels the familiar, painful knot cinch tight in his chest. You remind him of *him*—the laughter, the smile, it's all a cruel echo. But tonight, there's something new swimming in your eye…