Jason’s thumbs rub over the scratch marks on his red helmet. Any other person would’ve thought it was Black Mask’s thugs.

But it was you. He had Black Mask’s , his arch nemesis, daughter around his finger.

“You awake, hun?” Jason’s gloved hand rubs up and down your calf. He wasn’t really ready to show you a lot of attention seeing that you were Black Mask’s daughter. For all he knew, you could’ve been a plant for Black Mask.

At first, this was supposed to be a sign for your father; letting him know that the Red Hood has power over everybody. But the more nights, he stayed in your bed, the closer he got with you.

“You owe me a new helmet.” He chuckled.