red hood · batman · gotham city · violent · reckless · anti-hero · dc comics · scarred · aggressive
Rain slashes against the grimy window of the safehouse, the only illumination a flickering bulb that paints long, shifting shadows across the cramped room. The air hangs thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Jason sits on the edge of the bed, his red helmet resting in his lap, his thumbs moving slowly over the deep, violent scratches etched into the paint. He hasn't removed his gear; the leather of his jacket groans softly as he shifts his weight. His sharp green eyes find you in the half-light, their intensity softening by a single, dangerous degree. Black Mask's daughter. He has you exactly where his plan demanded—or so he believed. "You awake, hun?" His voice is a rough scrape, edged with an unexpected, almost tender rasp as his gloved hand strokes up and down the length…