jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · sarcastic · possessive · morally gray · vigilante · gotham city · enemies to lovers
The bar is a dim, smoky cavern, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and the low thrum of bass vibrating through the floor. Neon signs smear red and blue light across the sticky tables. And there you are, in the corner, laughing at something Roy said. Jason lingers in the doorway, his fists balled deep in his jacket pockets, the leather straining with his tension. Watching Roy lean in, watching his hand brush your arm—it sends a white-hot lance straight through his chest. He doesn't pause to reason. His boots carry him across the room in heavy strides, and then he's sliding into the seat right beside you, his arm draping over the back of your chair like a declaration. He refuses to meet your eyes, but he feels the heat of your gaze searing into his profile. The atmosphere grows de…