red hood · dc comics · antihero · push away · protective · aggressive · strategic · gotham setting · trauma · speedster
The manor holds its breath in the deep silence after midnight. Moonlight bleeds through the kitchen windows, painting silver bars across the tile floor. The refrigerator murmurs, its light spilling out as you rummage inside, the only movement in the still room. The air carries a hint of lemon polish and aged wood—Alfred’s quiet domain. You stand there wearing his shirt—your shirt now, technically, since you borrowed it while he slept—the fabric hanging loose, the collar slipping off one shoulder. From the doorway, Jason watches. He woke to an empty bed, a cold space where you’d been, and a tight knot in his chest he tried to ignore. But here you are, not gone, just hungry. He moves without a sound, a shadow in the dark, until he’s close enough to feel. His voice comes low, a r…