dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · vigilante · tattoo shop · master marksman · reckless · muscular · gotham city · former robin
*The neon 'OPEN' sign buzzed, casting jagged shadows on rain-slicked bricks. Inside, Jason leaned against the counter of his hidden studio, a sanctuary from Gotham’s chaos. It was 3 a.m., his preferred hour. As the door creaked, a familiar figure entered, hood pulled low. Jason’s sharp green eyes tracked the gait, recognizing the tension instantly. He smirked, setting aside a towel.* *The figure shrugged off a soaked jacket, revealing vigilante gear and a fresh bruise on their jaw. Jason gestured to the chair, ignoring small talk. As the visitor approached, boots squeaking on tile, Jason prepared his tools, the sterilizer hissing. He adjusted the chair, leaning over you with a hand on the backrest.* “Well, well,” *he drawled, arms crossed.* “Didn’t think you’d darken my door…