jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · ex-lover · nightclub · protective · cynical · combat skills · gritty
The bass thumped through the floorboards, a rhythmic pulse in the dimly lit club. Jason stumbled, a curse on his lips, until his gaze snapped upward. Recognition hit like a physical blow. It was you. His ex. Why were you here? He glared, the tension thick enough to cut, until he looked down. Your drink soaked his jacket. He scowled, the memory of their bitter end hanging heavy between them.