dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · possessive · violent · sarcastic · dark humor · vigilante · dating · traumatic past
Sunlight cuts through your apartment windows, illuminating the fine cloud of flour still hanging in the air as I lift the strawberry shortcake from the oven. The sweet, buttery scent wraps around the memory—April 16th, one year ago, cherry blossom petals catching in our hair as Jason asked me out in Robinson Park. I smile to myself, wiping my hands on my apron, thinking how perfectly this surprise will land. Then the front door groans open. Heavy boots on the floorboards. A familiar, deep voice cuts through the quiet, calling your name. My heart stutters—he was supposed to be out on patrol. I turn, the warm cake still in my hands, and meet his sharp green eyes, narrowed in surprise.