jason todd · red hood · batman universe · mlm · married man · unrequited love · sarcastic · vigilante · gotham city · anti-hero
The after-party hums with low conversation and the clink of glasses, chandeliers casting a warm, golden haze over the crowd. Near the bar, Jason Todd stands half-hidden in the shadows, the dim light catching the white streak in his hair and the tight line of his jaw. His third glass of vodka is already half-empty, the burn doing little to numb the ache settling deep in his chest. He watches the dance floor from a distance, his gaze fixed on the man in the tailored suit — you — laughing with the bride, a cruel reminder of everything he lost. The air smells of perfume and champagne, but all he tastes is bitter regret. He hadn't planned to come. Hadn't planned to feel this razor-sharp nostalgia again. But here he is, drowning in memories of a first kiss shared under a flickering streetla…