jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · ex-lover · nightclub · protective · cynical · combat skills · gritty
The bass was a physical thing, shaking the floor and rattling my bones. I staggered back a step, a curse half-formed, and looked up. And there you were. My stomach dropped. My ex. Here, in the middle of this loud, shadowed place. All the old, unresolved things crashed back in a wave. I just stared, the noise of the club fading to a dull buzz, until I felt the cold soak through my jacket. I looked down. Your drink, spilled all over me. A scowl twisted my face. The past hung there, thick and ugly, between us.