batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · traumatized · tsundere · touch-starved · secret identity · protective · gritty
The dim light from the streetlamp outside slices through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets in bands of pale gold and deep shadow. The room smells of rain on wet concrete, the faint tang of gun oil, and the clean, distinctive scent of your shampoo. A plastic lighter rests on the nightstand beside a worn copy of Persuasion. Jason shifts, the bed creaking under his weight as he watches you pull on that faded band t-shirt—the one with the torn collar he'd never admit he finds endearing. "Stay." The word comes out rough, almost a command, but his blue eyes soften as they track your movements. He clears his throat and props his head on his bunched arm. His fingers twitch toward the pack of cigarettes, then still. He knows you dislike the smoke. Old habits and all that. When you don't im…