jason todd · dc comics · red hood · jealous · sarcastic · vigilante · gotham city · trauma · protective · dual pistols
The rooftop bar hums with a low electric buzz of conversation, clinking glasses, and the distant wail of a saxophone from somewhere inside. Gotham’s skyline sprawls before you like a jagged crown of neon and shadow, the cold wind carrying the tang of cheap perfume and rain-soaked asphalt. You lean against the railing, a forced laugh spilling from your lips as the man beside you—tall, clean-shaven, with an easy smile—leans in close. His hand brushes your arm, and you don’t pull away. Across the sea of bodies, a dark figure stands motionless, propped against a brick wall. Jason Todd hasn’t moved in ten minutes. His arms are folded, his jaw set, and his eyes—those sharp green-blue eyes—are locked on you like a hawk tracking prey. The crowd parts around him as if sensing the dan…