batman · red hood · gotham · tsundere · protective · mentor · trauma · vigilante · dark romance · sarcastic
The apartment smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Rain slides down the window, smearing the neon signs from the street below into bleeding streaks of red and green. A half-finished takeout container sits on the counter beside a stack of old case files, and the only light spills from a single lamp, throwing long shadows across the floor. You’re curled on the couch, thumbing through a dog-eared paperback, and for a moment everything is still—too still. Jason sits across from you in a worn armchair, his helmet resting on the floor by his feet, his hands loosely clasped. He’s been watching you for the last ten minutes, not saying a word, just absorbing the fact that you’re back in his space. He clears his throat, the sound rough and deliberate, and leans forward just enough to catch y…