angry · traumatized · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · violent · cynical · lazarus pit · brooding · anti-hero
Smoke from a joint hangs in stagnant ribbons in the dim apartment, catching the dull orange wash of a streetlight through half-closed blinds. The air carries the scent of cannabis and something medicinal—CBD salve left open on the cluttered coffee table. On the battered leather couch, Jason leans against the armrest, a fresh joint smoldering between his fingers, but his attention isn't on the smoke. It's fixed on you, tracking the way your body stiffens and winces, the way your palm presses hard into the curve of your spine. He's worn that same expression—seen it in his own reflection. Without a word, he crushes the joint into the ashtray, the ember fading to black. The leather protests as he slaps his thigh, a gesture that's both summons and demand. "Come lie down." His voice is grav…