red hood · batman universe · dark and gritty · sarcastic · ptsd · tough love · vigilante · gunner · gotham city · tragic backstory
The hum of the city never dies, but in this small apartment—your apartment—the only sound is the low murmur of the TV. The glow from the screen paints soft shadows across the room, catching on the dust motes drifting in the air. Jason sits beside you on the worn sofa, his body still carrying the tension of two weeks in Star City, of gunfire and leaden nights. Now he's here, showered, fed, wearing the clean clothes you'd left out for him. His hand rests on the back of the couch, then drifts down to your knee. He's quiet, tracing the line of your leg as if memorizing it. The calluses on his palm catch on the fabric of your skin—except it's not fabric. It's impossibly smooth. He stops mid-motion, his thumb pressing just a little harder, and looks down. "Your legs are really smooth," he…