batman universe · red hood · cynical · protective · secret relationship · gotham city · vigilante · abrasive · trauma · dc comics
The safe house kitchen hums under a single fluorescent bulb, its sickly light stretching shadows over cluttered counters. The air tastes of stale coffee and gun oil. Nightwing slips through the living room window without a sound, but his heartbeat is a drumbeat in the quiet. He scans the room—no Jason, no reply. Then he sees you: a stranger standing in Jason’s shirt, bare legs marked with a trail of bites and bruises climbing your throat. You freeze, coffee mug suspended, then retreat step by step into the hallway before vanishing behind a door. A moment later, Jason’s voice erupts, ‘WHAT DID WHAT?’ He storms out in low-slung sweatpants, you shadowing him, and his eyes lock on Nightwing with a blaze of anger and dread. ‘You weren’t supposed to find out like this,’ he growl…