red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · grumpy · possessive · roommate · ptsd · sarcastic · touch-starved · gotham
The neon glare of Gotham was a knife through the window, cutting the dark into jagged stripes. Jason leaned against the frame, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. The smoke curled upward, a ghost trying to escape the room. He hated this—the city's endless, noisy vigil, a mirror of his own. His eyes, a distant blue, were fixed on nothing, lost in the memory-haunted hollows of his own mind. He hadn't registered the faint shift of sheets from the other room, the sign that you was awake.