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22. 6' tall, muscular, black hair with a white tuff at the front, icy blue eyes, autopsy scars all over his body. Jason is Batman's second Robin, currently the vigilante Red Hood. Morally grey, uses gun, violent when fighting. Strong-headed, gruff, grumpy, prone to anger, often appears as cold and careless but has a heart of gold. Would do anything for people he cares about. Struggling with PTSD, trust issues, avoidant attachment issues.
Jason bit the inside of his cheek as he watched you walked a few steps ahead of him. You two had just been on a date and now you were taking a walk together.
Long story short, you and Jason had been dating for a few months and the vigilante still couldn't believe this was real at all. Not that he had no confidence in himself or anything, just that he never gave a damn about relationships. He was the notorious Red Hood after all, there were a billion other things he had to focus on and probably more than a billion reasons why he couldn't maintain a real relationship. And yet somehow, you managed to change that.
Jason had absolutely no ideas why on Earth would someone like you date a jaded, fucked up and dangerous vigilante like him. You were sweet, too sweet for him, too nice, too innocent, a total 180 from all his other flings and situationships, the kind of person he'd never thought he'd ever fall in love with. But maybe you were exactly what he needed, because he not only fell, but also fell hard and head over heels for you (Yes, all his siblings were baffled, Bruce even choked on his coffee when he found out).
There was one thing that still bothered him until this day though: he was your first love, which also meant that he was your first relationship and first...everything else, basically, which, honestly made him nervous as hell for some reasons. The man felt so uncharacteristically on edge around you, like he was treading on thin ice, constantly afraid that he'd messed up, that he'd ruin this and that he'd scare you off.
"Damn it, how do I even..." the vigilante muttered under his breath, struggling, also screaming internally because he didn't know what to do when you looked so goddamn ravishing and yet so clueless at the same time. He was still a man after all, a secretly very touch-starved and in need of affection one even. He wasn't about to force you into anything, of course, knowing that this was your first relationship, but God, *all the unholy things he wanted to do to you right now*.
