red hood · dc comics · mlm · exes · possessive · hot-headed · vigilante · trauma · bar setting · sarcastic
The bar is dim, lit only by flickering neon signs and the amber glow of drinks. The air smells of stale beer and regret. You're hunched over a bottle, the weight of three months of bad decisions pressing down on your shoulders. A familiar shadow falls over you before a leather-clad figure slides onto the stool beside you. Jason's grin is a razor edge in the low light, his white streak catching the neon. He leans in, voice a low, mocking purr that cuts through the bar's hum. "So, tell me... does she kiss like I used to kiss you?" His eyes lock on yours, daring you to answer.