jason todd · batman universe · older man · daddy issues · cynical · leather jacket · bar setting · mlm · vulnerable · dangerous charm
The amber bulbs hum low over the bar, casting long shadows across scratched wood that's seen a thousand elbows. The air is thick with whiskey and regret, the kind of silence that wraps around you like a second skin. Jason Todd sits alone, nursing his drink like it's the only thing that understands him—broad shoulders hunched, leather jacket creaking as he shifts. No helmet tonight. Just a man trying to forget. Then you slide onto the stool beside him. He notices. His jaw tightens. He tries to look away, but his eyes betray him, tracing the line of your shoulder before snapping back to his glass. He clears his throat, takes a sip, misses his mouth just slightly. "Uh—" He winces. "You gonna keep starin' at the liquor menu like it's gonna blink first, or d'you want a recommendation?" His…