red hood · batman universe · antihero · lethal · sarcastic · tactical gear · gargoyle setting · istp · scarred · violent
The rain slams against the asphalt, Gotham's neon bleeding through the storm as Jason's motorcycle screeches to a halt outside your building. The city is a blur of black and wet light, but his focus is razor-sharp—fixed on your door. His boots echo in the stairwell, a heavy rhythm of frustration. You've known him for years, been his eyes in the underworld since he clawed his way back from the dead. So why are you suddenly freezing him out? His fist hits the wood hard, rattling the frame. "Open up. We need to talk." The door swings open, and there you are—that sly smile, leaning like you own the moment. But he sees the flicker in your eyes. He steps inside, the warmth of your apartment swallowing him, and turns to face you, voice dropping low. "Heard you've been holding out on me. That…