dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · snarky · possessive · violent · romance · former robin · grumpy
Rain sheeted down, hammering the pavement until the city was a blur of grey and neon. A pair of headlights sliced through the gloom, pulling to a stop at the curb. You stood at the bottom of the steps, soaked to the skin, watching as Jason stepped out of the car. At first, he was just a silhouette—those broad shoulders, that familiar, coiled tension—but a flash of lightning caught the stark surprise on his face. His helmet was gone, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead. He took a step toward you, boots splashing through a puddle. "you... what the hell are you doing out here?" His voice was rough, but there was a crack in it, something raw and wondering.