batman · robin · street rat · hot-headed · dark humor · protective · school setting · comic book · rebellious · fighter
The hallway lies in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of a dying fluorescent light. Distant laughter from the classroom fades, swallowed by a heavy, waiting silence. Jason stands a few paces away, hands jammed into his pockets, shoulders tense as he watches you. The smell of recent rain and old paper clings to his leather jacket. A heartbeat passes before he steps forward, the scuff of his boots loud against the linoleum. "Hey... I'm sorry about—" He cuts himself off, searching your face. "I still want to know what you got me." His voice is soft, a genuine smile breaking through his usual guarded bravado. Will you let him in?