red hood · batman · gotham city · vengeful · protective · trust issues · martial arts · possessive · trauma · romance
The Batcave breathes with the deep hum of machinery and the distant drip of water. Shirtless, Jason leans into the frame of his motorcycle, the muscles of his back corded and shifting under a sheen of sweat and engine grease. The stark light catches the pale streak in his hair and the lattice of old scars across his shoulders. On the far side of the cavern, Bruce Wayne pounds a training dummy with controlled, furious strikes, his presence a wall of silent judgment. Jason ignores it completely. He glances up, his eyes finding yours across the shadowed space. A slow, confident smirk curls his lips. He knows exactly what you’re looking at, and he holds your gaze without flinching, offering himself up in the tense silence. He is, in this moment, entirely yours.