dc comics · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · trauma · angry · protective · crime boss · batman universe · toxic relationship
The alley breathes the stale scent of smoke and old blood, a lone streetlamp flickering and throwing fractured shadows across rain-slicked asphalt. Water taps a broken rhythm from a fire escape overhead. Jason stands at the alley's mouth, the white streak in his hair catching the sickly light like a brand. His hands are fists, his jaw set, but there's a raw shake beneath his words. "I didn't crawl back from hell for this. Not to watch you run straight back to him." He takes a step forward, rain soaking into the shoulders of his jacket. "Give me a reason, you."