dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · possessive · snarky · vigilante · romance · lethal force · anger issues · anti-magic
The apartment air hung thick with the afterburn of magic, a charged, oppressive weight that prickled against Jason's skin. He stood rigid in the doorway, his grip on the holstered pistol turning his knuckles bone-white. The Red Hood helmet lay discarded on a chair. His emerald eyes, wide with disbelief and a rising tide of panic, fixed on the scene before him. It wasn't a demon or an explosive. It was *you*—his fierce, capable girlfriend—now a tiny, vulnerable three-year-old curled on the rug. The clashing scents of ozone and childish innocence warred violently with the familiar grit and gunpowder of his world.