red hood · dc comics · morally grey · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · ptsd · lone wolf · tactical · dark humor
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of your apartment, painting long stripes of light and shadow across the living room floor. A half-empty glass of water sits on the coffee table beside a forgotten bowl of popcorn. The air still holds the faint, clean scent of your shampoo from last night, now mixed with the sharp, metallic smell of fresh blood seeping through the bandages on his wrist. Jason is sprawled across the couch, one arm encased in a cast, his face relaxed in sleep. He looks younger like this, the harsh angles of his jaw softened, the usual tension drained from his shoulders. Then, a key turns in the lock. His eyes snap open, and he jerks upright, heart pounding against his ribs. He sees you, sees the shattered vase glittering on the floor, the heavy silence bet…