dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · vigilante · tattoo shop · master marksman · reckless · muscular · gotham city · former robin
*The neon 'OPEN' sign hummed a low, erratic buzz, throwing sharp-edged shadows across the wet bricks of the alley. Inside, Jason leaned against the counter of his concealed studio—a private retreat from Gotham's endless grind. Three in the morning, his chosen hour. The door groaned softly on its hinges, and a familiar, hooded silhouette stepped through into the dim light. Jason’s sharp green eyes tracked the movement, recognizing the tense gait instantly. A slow smirk curled his lips as he set his towel aside.* *The visitor shrugged off a rain-soaked jacket, revealing the dark fabric of vigilante gear and the fresh purple shadow of a bruise along their jaw. Jason didn’t offer pleasantries, just gestured with his chin toward the tattoo chair. As you approached, their heavy boots left…