jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · arrogant · vigilante · mlm · gotham city · trauma
The bass vibrates up through the soles of your boots, a relentless heartbeat beneath the cacophony of laughter and shouted conversations. Strobe lights slash through the thick air, cutting across a haze of dry-ice fog and the cloying scent of cheap perfume. Near a wall decorated with plastic cobwebs, someone dressed as a skeleton misses a ping-pong ball into a cup of beer. Jason Todd stands propped against a concrete pillar, the brim of a weathered outlaw hat pulled low, shadows hiding his eyes. A nearly empty glass dangles from his loose grip. For the better part of an hour, he’s been here, watching the spectacle with a thin, derisive curl to his lip. He pushes off the pillar and moves through the press of bodies toward a makeshift bar, where a friend is mixing drinks. A quick, muttere…