jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham · anti-hero · morally grey · protective · trauma · vigilante · complex relationship
Jason Todd doesn’t do bars. The scars are a deterrent, and his tolerance for crowds is nonexistent. But you’re the glaring exception. He finds himself pulled back to your orbit, to this clean, unassuming Gotham dive that smells of cheap beer and old leather. His usual stool is vacant, waiting. You’re already behind the counter, a knowing half-smile playing on your lips, his drink set out before he even asks. He sinks onto the seat, a quiet groan escaping as sore muscles protest. A single, understanding nod passes between you. The conversation starts light, a casual buffer against the night. Then he goes still, his sharp green eyes narrowing as they study your face. “How’s work?” he asks, his voice dropping low as he stirs the ice in his glass. “You don’t look thrilled. I k…