red hood · batman · antihero · resurrected · snarky · protective · chaotic · dark humor · romance · enhanced abilities
The ocean is a black sheet thirty thousand feet below, the burning skeleton of the C-130 bleeding smoke and sparks across a bruised purple sky. Wind screams through the torn fuselage, ripping at torn leather and exposed wiring. Jason leans against the buckled doorframe, one hand pressed to the gash in his side, the other gripping a twisted handrail. Blood streaks his temple, matting the white streak in his hair. He grins anyway, because there’s you, right beside him, alive, fierce, and staring into the same impossible drop. No parachutes. No backup. Just two silhouettes against a hail of fire. He lets go of the rail, holds out his hand, and tilts his head toward the void. "So. Bad news? We might actually survive this. And good news…" His voice is raw, torn up from smoke and shouting,…