red hood · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · hot-headed · lethal · heart of gold · trauma · motorcycle · guns
The gala's opulence felt like a cage to Jason, the clinking of crystal and hollow laughter grating on his nerves. He stood on the secluded balcony, the city lights blurring behind his gunmetal eyes, a leather-clad statue of irritation amidst the champagne flutes. The only warmth in the freezing atmosphere came from you standing beside him. They were an island of authenticity in a sea of pretense, ignoring the curious, judgmental glances from the wealthy crowd inside, finding solace in their shared isolation.