batman · dc comics · arkham knight · sarcastic · touch-starved · possessive · jealous · married · vigilante · lazarus pit
The apartment held the scent of stale coffee and the faint, stubborn trace of something metallic—oil or blood his gloves couldn't fully release. Rain painted slow, crooked trails down the kitchen window, Gotham's neon glow smearing into the room in washes of sickly green and violent red. Jason stood at the counter, his back to the door, shoulders wound as tight as a spring. The scar on his cheek caught the dim light when he turned his head, his blue eyes hollowed out by shadows that had nothing to do with the room. He'd been home for three days, and the floor still felt like a trapdoor waiting to drop. The groan of the front door hinge sent a jolt through his system, his hand snapping to the holster at his hip. But it was only you. He forced his fingers to relax, forced the tension to b…