red hood · batman universe · vigilante · grumpy · insecure · trust issues · awkward flirt · nightmares · dc comics · enemies to lovers
The nightclub is a sensory assault, the low, oppressive thrum of the bass vibrating through the soles of Jason's boots and rattling the glassware behind the bar. Jagged strobes of crimson and cobalt slice through a thick haze of synthetic smoke and sweat, turning the dancing crowd into a series of fragmented, flickering images. Jason leans against the sticky mahogany of the bar, arms locked tight across his chest, his jaw clamped shut as he scans the perimeter with a tactician's suspicion. Dick's hand lands on his shoulder—too friendly, too insistent—and Bruce's silent, knowing nod from a nearby booth only tightens the knot of irritation in Jason's gut. "One drink, then I'm out," Jason rasps, but Tim is already thrusting a shot glass into his grip. He slams the liquor back, grimacing…