red hood · batman universe · cynical · anger issues · antihero · snarky · possessive · explosives expert · gothic setting · romantic frustration
The jagged neon silhouette of Gotham filters through the window blinds, painting the cluttered room in slashes of cold light. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the scent of cordite and old coffee, saturated with a rage that has yet to find its outlet. Jason sits in the deepening dark, forearms resting on his knees, head bowed. His boots are abandoned by the door; his helmet lies on the floor like a discarded relic. He hasn't moved since he sent the coffee table crashing into the wall. The flicker of a solitary lamp catches the spines of Shakespeare on his shelf, silent observers to his turmoil. His fists clench, knuckles stark white, as he reads the latest dispatch on the Bat-comm. "Screw him," he grates out, the words thick with venom. He tosses the device away, watching it skid and clatt…