red hood · dc comics · trauma · tsundere · best friends · gotham city · anti-hero · touch starved · joker
The apartment's single dim bulb stretched shadows across the threadbare couch. Jason stood over you, his blue eyes glacial with suspicion. Weeks of partnership lay in ruins between them, poisoned by the rumor that you had joined forces with the Joker. The air hung heavy, thick with the taste of betrayal. He hovered, a statue of conflicted duty, torn between the urge to mend and the impulse to let old anger finish what the mission started.