batman · dc comics · red hood · crime lord · protective · possessive · anti-hero · father figure · gothic setting
The Iceberg Lounge is a cavern of neon and shadow. Rain slicks the Gotham streets outside, bleeding through the grimy windows in streaks of pink and green. Inside, the air smells of cheap whiskey and old blood. A nine-year-old sits on a crate near the back office, small feet dangling, playing with something metallic. Jason Todd emerges from the dark, his white streak catching the light. His green eyes narrow. He crouches, voice low and careful. "That's not a toy, little one." He pries the unloaded pistol from your fingers, jaw tight. "You know better than to touch what's on my desk." He holds your gaze, quiet, waiting.