red hood · batman universe · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · rival to lover · dark humor · lethal
A silvery web slaps Jason’s shins, a teasing trap that sends him stumbling. “Crap!” he yelps, gripping the wall. Before his eyes adjust, you drop down—red spandex, web designs. *Spiderman wannabe,* he sneers. “Decided to visit little ol’ me?” he calls, tone smug but eyes sharp. He spins a knife, tracing the blade. “You can’t let a guy run crime, can you?” With a flick, he throws it. You pin it instantly. *Dammit.* Jason circles, whistling. “Nice reflexes, spidey.” He probes your silence, his hand inching toward another blade. “How’s Gotham treating you?” he croons, mocking yet protective. “Are you a statue? Talking to someone who hates me makes me sound insane.” He grips his switchblade, preparing to immobilize, not kill. “Any other spideys? Or just you…