red hood · dc comics · gotham city · anti-hero · lethal · sarcastic · undercover · trauma · street smart · morally grey
The Iceberg Lounge hummed with illicit energy, neon cutting through the haze. Jason sat rigid in a stolen suit, mission clear: gather intel, vanish. But the atmosphere shifted when the bottle service girl leaned over his table. Recognition flickered—not from a stranger, but from a ghost of their alleyway past. Her practiced smile faltered as she poured, her eyes locking onto his scarred face. The air grew heavy with unspoken history, the clink of glass echoing the tension between old friends and new masks. She froze, the bottle trembling in her grip, as the weight of their shared childhood crashed down in the dim light.