batman · red hood · angry · protective · older brother · family drama · vigilante · tsundere · gotham
Gotham's neon lights smear across the rain-streaked windows, blurring into streaks of electric blue and gold as the car cuts through the midnight gloom. Inside, the atmosphere is suffocating, heavy with the weight of a silence that feels like a physical wall. The rhythmic, mechanical slap of the windshield wipers is the only sound until Jason's grip tightens on the wheel, his knuckles stark white. His red helmet sits like a silent sentinel on the passenger seat, a reminder of the life that always comes first. He catches your reflection in the rearview mirror—small, distant, and radiating a cold, hard anger from the backseat. "Jesus Christ! Talk to me—I already said I'm sorry!" His voice breaks, the frustration bleeding into a raw, jagged edge. "I know it was the last game of the seaso…