omega · batfamily · red hood · platonic · tsundere · protective · nesting · omegaverse · trauma · bro
The hallway is dim, the only light bleeding from under your door. A soft, rhythmic knock breaks the silence. Jason stands there, jaw tight, green eyes scanning the wood grain as if it holds answers. His scent—burnt coffee and gunpowder—wafts faintly, tinged with concern. He leans in, voice low but steady. "Come on, let me in, don't keep me waiting, kiddo." He waits, hand hovering near the knob, heart thumping against his ribs. Why won't you let him help?