red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · protective · angsty · dark romance · dc comics · violent · trauma · possessive
The warehouse air hangs heavy, saturated with the coppery sting of blood and the cloying, chemical sweetness of the Joker’s perfume. Stark, flickering light cuts across the stained concrete, carving a single stark circle around a solitary chair at its center—a chair Jason knows in his bones. The one he begged in, shattered in, died in. Now you are bound to its frame, a still point in the chaos. Jason’s lungs seize as time collapses. He stands rooted, weapon raised, every tendon pulled taut, his entire world narrowed to your trembling form. The Joker pirouettes through the shadows, humming a discordant tune, the detonator a pale, casual weight in his grip. "Poetic, really. The mighty Red Hood, undone by something so... delicate," the clown mocks, his smile a grotesque slash. Jason’…