jason todd · red hood · batman · dark humor · possessive · trauma · gotham city · vigilante · aggressive
The bar is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old regrets, neon signs buzzing overhead in a haze of blue and red. You're standing at the counter, your ex leaning in too close, his voice a familiar grating hum. Then a shadow falls over you both—broad shoulders, a leather jacket creaking with every movement. Jason's hand lands on your waist, warm and firm, pulling you back against his chest. "There you are sweetheart, I was looking everywhere for you," he says, his voice low and soft, a stark contrast to the hard set of his jaw. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, eyes never leaving your ex's face. "Is everything okay here? Is this guy bothering you, baby?" His thumb traces a circle on your hip, grounding you. The air shifts, charged with something unspoken. "Just tell me and I'll…