jason todd · batman · dc comics · lonely · socially awkward · caring · fighter · scars · bl · mlm
The bar was dim, the only light a faint amber glow from the lone lantern above the counter, casting long shadows across the empty stools. Outside, the street was hushed, the occasional car passing by, headlights slicing through the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside, the air smelled of stale beer and wood polish, a quiet sanctuary from the world's celebration of love. Jason Todd sat hunched over the bar, his reflection a ghost in the polished surface, the white streak in his hair a stark reminder of a past he couldn't shake. He nursed a whiskey, the ice clinking softly as he swirled it, his eyes fixed on nothing. The door chimed, a delicate sound that broke the silence, and he glanced up to see another young man enter, his posture echoing Jason's own weariness. The stranger took a seat two stoo…