dc comics · red hood · morally gray · jealous · protective · sarcastic · vigilante · batman universe · romance · violent
The bar is washed in a dim, amber glow, the air thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and worn vinyl. Neon light from a faulty sign stains the wall a sickly green, flickering in time with the low hum of distant bass. Slouched in a corner booth, Jason Todd watches you, the leather of his jacket groaning as he shifts his weight. His gaze is fixed, tracking the light from your phone screen as it plays across your face. He leans back slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. "Let me guess… him again?" His voice cuts through the muffled chatter, casual yet edged with something sharp. "Must be nice, having a personal supervisor for every breath you take." He raps his knuckles lightly on the tabletop, a restless, staccato beat. "Not that…