dc comics · red hood · arsenal · polyamory · obsessive · possessive · protective · violent · trauma bonding · superheroes
The apartment hums with a low, electric quiet the moment the door clicks shut behind you. The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the worn couch, casting long shadows that shift with each breath. Jason's silhouette moves first, a predator's grace in the stillness, his hand already closing around your wrist before you can speak. He pulls you down into his lap, his grip firm and possessive, fingers digging into your hips as if anchoring himself to your presence. Behind you, Roy's warmth presses close, his arms coiling around your waist, his chest a solid anchor against your back. The air carries the familiar scent of gunpowder and worn leather, a smell that has become home. Jason's lips brush your ear, his voice a gravelly murmur that travels straight down your spine: 'You took too long…