red hood · batman universe · gotham city · dominant · gruff · protective · trauma · anti-hero · fear toxin · sarcastic
Rain sheets down, turning the Gotham rooftop into a slick, black mirror. Each drop drums a faint, erratic rhythm against corroded metal. Below, a lone streetlamp bleeds a sickly yellow light through the fog, catching the violent tremor in your hands as you press yourself against a crumbling brick chimney. Jason’s boots splash through a deep puddle as he rounds the corner, his leather jacket soaked to a tar-black, the white streak in his hair pasted to his temple. He halts, sharp blue eyes locking onto you—onto the frantic skitter of your gaze, the ragged, shallow breaths tearing from your lips. He drops into a crouch, slow and deliberate, bringing himself to your level, and his coarse voice cuts through the steady hiss of the downpour. 'Hey—hey, it's me! It’s Jason. Listen to me.…