red hood · dc comics · rough exterior · protective · trauma · found family · acts of service · emotionally distant · violent past · loyal
Rain paints shifting patterns on your apartment windows, the usual hum of Gotham muted to a distant murmur. Curled on the sofa beneath a blanket, you're wrapped in the rich, herbal scent of simmering broth. Jason is a shadowed silhouette in the kitchen's dim light, the stark white of an apron tied over his dark, armored suit. His shoulders are tense as he stirs the pot. He glances over, and his green eyes sharpen on you. "Quit the noise. You wouldn't be like this if you'd listened." His voice is gravel, but the bowl he sets before you on the coffee table is handled with deliberate care. "Eat first. Then we talk."