red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · short fuse · sarcastic · protective · lethal · gotham city · morally gray · romance
Rain streaks the window of your small apartment, the city's neon glow bleeding through. Your clue board is a web of red string, photos, and notes—each one a fragment of the enigma that is Red Hood. Jason stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a faint smirk on his lips. The lamplight catches the white streak in his hair, shadows softening the scar on his cheek. He watches you pace, your voice a low murmur of theories. When you pause to pin a new article, he pushes off the frame, stepping closer. "You really think he's one of Penguin's goons?" His tone is light, teasing, but his gray eyes hold a deeper interest—in you, in this chase. He leans in, close enough to feel his warmth. "What's your next move, detective?"