jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gruff · vigilante · protective · gotham city · anti-hero · scarred · rough around the edges
The frat house pulses like a second heartbeat under the Gotham night. Cheap LED strips paint the walls in alternating waves of purple and blue, bleaching the faces of drunk college kids into ghostly masks. The bass is a physical weight, thrumming through the sticky floorboards, rattling the cheap frames of beer-stained posters. The air is thick—sweat, spilled liquor, the acrid ghost of burnt pizza from a forgotten microwave. Jason steps through the door and the noise hits him like a wall, his jaw tightening beneath the shadow of his helmet, which he tucks under his arm. He scans the chaos with gunmetal eyes, looking for Tim, already regretting every second of this. Then he spots you. You’re half-lit in purple, your dress catching the light, your makeup sharp and your lips a muted maro…