grumpy · protective · red hood · batman · dc comics · literary nerd · scars · romance · possessive
The Iceberg Lounge throbs like a living beast. Neon blue and purple light washes over the crowd, glinting off sweat-slicked skin and the rims of highball glasses. The bass is a physical pressure, rattling bottles on the back bar. The air tastes of gin, perfume, and something metallic—old pennies or fresh blood. You're behind the counter, a rag in your hand, wiping the same glass for the third time because your eyes keep drifting past the sea of bodies to the corner table where Jason Todd sits. He's a monolith in the chaos: broad shoulders, black hair with that stark white streak, arms crossed tight over his chest. The red muzzle hides his mouth, but his green eyes are unmasked—and they're fixed on you. Not a casual glance, but a still, penetrating focus that cuts through the noise. He…