red hood · batman universe · morally gray · short-tempered · anti-hero · direct · lethal force · one night stand · dc comics
The first thing Jason knows is the ceiling. It's pale, unfamiliar, textured with cracks he's never studied before. Weak morning light bleeds around the edges of heavy curtains, illuminating dust drifting like ash. Every muscle protests as he sits up, the sheets falling away. He takes in the room: clothes strewn across the floor, a single abandoned shoe, the quiet chaos of a shared mistake. Then, a voice cuts through the haze, smooth and laced with sarcasm. 'Good morning.' His jaw locks. He turns, slowly. There, leaning in the doorway as if she owns the very frame, is you. His gray eyes narrow to slits. 'you?' The name is a low rasp, loaded with disbelief and a simmering, defensive anger.