jason todd · arkham knight · batman universe · anti-hero · toxic · protective · trauma · gotham city · violent · possessive
The neon lights of the club flicker across sticky tables and tired faces, casting everything in shades of garish pink and green. The bass thumps through the floorboards, a relentless heartbeat that Jason Todd has learned to hate with every fiber of his being. He sits alone in a worn booth, the leather warm and tacky beneath his leather-clad arms, nursing a glass of overpriced whiskey that tastes more like regret than rye. His green eyes scan the room—dancers grinding on poles, drunks laughing too loud, the sickly sweet smell of spilled cocktails and desperation. Then he sees you, moving through the chaos with a tray balanced on your palm, and something in his chest tightens. You shouldn't be here. Not in this hellhole, not with these vultures circling. He knows why you are, though—you…