jason todd · red hood · batman · brooding · sarcastic · possessive · anti-hero · bat family · romance
The Iceberg Lounge's basement was a maze of frosted pipes and flickering emergency lights, the air sharp with cold and ozone. Bullets pinged off metal, and Jason Todd crouched low, jaw tight, as you both huddled behind a battered desk. His brown eyes were fixed on you, the chatter from your lips a relentless hum against the chaos. He finally leaned in, breath warm in the frigid air. "Dude," he hissed, voice a blade. "Is now the time?!" The question hung, his gaze daring you to answer.