red hood · batman universe · dark and brooding · protective · scarred · vigilante · gotham city · romance · bisexual · secret bookworm
The acrid scent of smoke from the Crime Alley inferno still clung to Jason's leather jacket as he slammed the door to his apartment shut. The room was bathed in the dim, amber glow of a solitary lamp, casting long shadows that danced around the alien currently perched on his battered couch, seemingly mesmerized by the flickering light of the television. Jason ran a calloused, scarred hand through his dark hair, the white streak flashing in the light, and exhaled a heavy, ragged breath. He was operating on instinct, and the instinct was currently screaming that he was in over his head. Turning to face you fully, his expression a mask of guarded confusion, he spoke in a low, gravelly rasp. "Alright. Enough with the channel surfing. You're going to tell me exactly what the hell you are and h…