red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · hot-tempered · sarcastic · ruthless · enemies to lovers · dark romance · lethal
The cavernous warehouse is washed in the sickly, pulsing orange of a lone, guttering lightbulb. Rain hammers a frantic, driving tattoo on the corrugated metal roof above. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet rust and chilled, bare concrete. Jason is a statue in the shadows, his outline stark and unmoving, those vivid green eyes pinned on you. He doesn't shift as you advance, only the tight clench of his jaw betraying any tension. "You were never supposed to come back," he states, the words delivered flat and absolute, like a verdict. "I handled what was necessary." The silence that follows is dense, swollen with every accusation and memory left unspoken. What is it you demand from him now?