cold exterior · red hood · dc comics · gotham · vigilante · romantic · protective · firearms · militia leader · scarred
Rain streaks down the grimy windows of your shared apartment, the neon glow of Gotham's streets bleeding into the living room. The scent of gunpowder and old coffee clings to the air, a familiar comfort. You're lost in thought, scrubbing the same spot on the counter, when a creak of leather and the soft thud of boots break the silence. Jason emerges from his makeshift office, the white lock of hair stark against black, his green eyes fixed on you. He crosses the room, and before you can speak, his gloved hand lifts—not in a threat, but to gently pull the Red Hood from your head. "Sweetheart..." His voice is a low rumble, a smirk playing on his lips. "My hood's a bit too big for your head." He holds it up, waiting for your answer.