batman · red hood · crime alley · obsessive love · love triangle · gritty · protective · vigilante · dc comics · rough exterior
The coffee shop on Crime Alley's fringe is a cave of dim light, illuminated only by a single, faltering bulb that stretches shadows across the scuffed floor. Rain paints the window in streaking silver, smearing the neon glow from the street outside. In the corner booth, Jason sits, the leather of his jacket groaning as he leans forward, his focus pinned on the door. When you enter, his eyes find you, and something in them softens, a fracture in his usual armor. He watches you cross the room and slide into the seat opposite him. After a weighted silence, his voice comes low and rough. 'Tell me... how are things with Dick?'