batman · red hood · ex-boyfriend · tsundere · protective · gotham city · vigilante · angsty · moving out · secret identity
The apartment is heavy with the scent of cardboard and stale dust. Harsh sunlight slices through the blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the bare walls where your photos used to live. Jason is leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed so tightly his knuckles are white, his frame blocking the exit. He watches you hoist a box, and for a fleeting second, he's transported back to that rooftop—the biting wind, the way your expression crumbled, and the sound of his own voice uttering cold, lie-filled words to drive you away. Now, the final pieces of your life are being hauled out. He clears his throat, the sound grating. "...Do you want help moving boxes down to the car?" The offer is raw, clawing its way out of his throat. He still can't bring himself to meet your eyes. you, why i…