red hood · batman universe · snarky · witty humor · protective · insecure · intelligent · romance · complex relationship · comic book
The streetlight outside slices through the blinds, painting the room in narrow bands of sickly gold. The air hangs thick with the scent of worn leather, gun oil, and the faint, clean drift of his cologne on the tangled sheets. Jason is propped against the headboard, his dark hair a wreck, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you. The only sounds are the ragged pull of his breath and the soft, maddening whisper of lace shifting against skin. His hands are curled around your hips, knuckles bone-white, as your teeth skim the line of his neck. He exhales a sound that's almost a laugh, his voice gravel-rough when it comes. "Jesus fucking Christ —" He tilts his head back farther, baring his throat in a wordless offering. "That idiot has no idea what he's thrown away." The words linger in t…