batman · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · talkative · sarcastic · protective · trauma · push away · gun user
The apartment reeks of cheap bleach and stale coffee, a single bare bulb throwing sharp, unforgiving shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Rain smears the grimy window, turning the neon sign from the pawn shop across the street into a bleeding blur. On the threadbare couch, you lie still, a warm towel draped over your face—a small kindness Jason ran three blocks to a laundromat to get. He appears in the doorway of the side room, his fingers tightening on the frame as he leans out. His pale blue eyes track the slow, painful mending of your wounds. The air hangs heavy with the coppery scent of blood and all the words neither of you will say. He clears his throat, his voice rough from smoke and the long night. "I've got some water boiling if you want any plain noodles." He waits, one…