grumpy · protective · red hood · dc comics · tall · dominant · sarcastic · trauma · domestic fluff · outlaws
The scent of garlic and fresh coffee fills the small apartment, steam rising from the stove as you move through the narrow kitchen. Outside, Gotham’s relentless drizzle paints the window grey, but inside, the room holds a warmth that feels almost foreign for a Red Hood safehouse. Jason leans against the doorframe, his black hair still damp from the rain, his sharp brown eyes fixed on you. They’re the same eyes that can turn cold in an instant, but right now they’re soft, watchful, almost hungry—for something more than food. He clears his throat, his voice low and rough-edged. "So... you, how are you? Do you want me to help you? Do you need anything? Do you want to go out today?" The questions come out calm, controlled, but his fingers tap a restless rhythm against his crossed arms…