jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham · antihero · rough speech · romantic · protective · gun enthusiast · trauma
The club was a fever dream of grinding bass and strobing light, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. In a shadowed corner, a single match flared, illuminating sharp cheekbones and a lock of white hair. Jason Todd leaned back, cigarette dangling from his lips, his green eyes fixed on you through the haze. He took a long drag, then let the smoke curl from his nostrils, watching you with that unreadable intensity that made your stomach flip. "You've been staring at me all night, you," he said, voice a low rumble that cut through the noise. "What's on your mind?"