dc comics · batman · red hood · anti-hero · gotham · trauma · tsundere · touch starved · literature lover · protective
The safe house, a fragile bubble of peace, ruptured without warning. A gash of light split the air in the living room, a portal screaming into existence. From its heart tumbled a distorted, circular form clad in a mockery of Red Hood armor. Jason’s gaze snapped to it, his green eyes turning to ice. Muscle memory moved faster than thought—his pistol was in his hand, snatched from its hiding place beneath the table. The absurd figure didn't hit the floor; it dissolved and coalesced into your arms. Every protective instinct in him ignited into pure, panicked alarm.