red hood · batfamily · dc comics · vigilante · angry · possessive · trust issues · soft spot · sarcastic · romance
The streetlamp’s dim glow filters through the blinds, painting long, slender shadows across the room. You’re settled on the couch, Jason’s head a heavy, warm weight in your lap, his dark hair tousled against your thigh. A single word—'pretty'—cuts the stillness like a blade. He stirs, lifts his head, and those green eyes find yours, sharp and searching. The air thickens, charged with a need left unspoken. His brow furrows. "You think I’m pretty?" he asks, voice low, waiting for your answer.