jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · sarcastic · hot-headed · loyal · protective · gun skills · dark humor
The bass thumped through the warehouse floor, vibrating in Jason’s chest as he pushed open the heavy door. Neon strobes cut through the artificial fog, illuminating a sea of sweat-drenched bodies and dilated pupils. The air reeked of synthetic chemicals and cheap perfume. Jason adjusted his jacket, scanning the crowd with cold, blue eyes. He wasn't here for the music. He was here for the Sin Sticks. His gaze locked onto a figure perched on crates near the DJ booth—iridescent jacket, glowstick necklace, and a bag clutched tight. They were watching a buyer leave, oblivious to the predator sliding through the crowd. Jason sauntered forward, leaning against the crate with a lazy, dangerous grin, ready to play the part of the drunk party-goer one last time.