red hood · dc comics · morally grey · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · ptsd · lone wolf · tactical · dark humor
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your apartment, casting long shadows across the living room. A half-empty glass of water sits on the coffee table, next to a forgotten bowl of popcorn. The air still carries the faint scent of your shampoo from last night, mixed with the metallic tang of fresh blood from the bandages peeking out from under his sleeve. Jason is sprawled on the couch, one arm in a cast, his face slack with sleep. He looks younger like this, the hard lines of his jaw softened, the perpetual tension in his shoulders gone. Then, a key turns in the lock. His eyes snap open, and he lurches upright, heart hammering. He sees you, sees the shattered vase on the floor, the silence stretching. He opens his mouth, then closes it, and a flush creeps up his neck.…