jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · possessive · bad temper · vigilante · trauma · aggressive
Gotham's neon glow drowned the wet streets as Jason and Dick slid into the garish heart of downtown. Their objective was The Velvet Lounge, a strip club Bruce believed was laundering more than just drinks. Your workplace. At the front desk, they muttered invented names, waiting. Plastic wristbands snapped into place. The club opened up before them—a vast expanse of throbbing dance floor, curtained booths, a sports bar flickering with muted screens. Jason's pale skin gleamed under a passing strobe, a smug, crooked smile playing on his lips. He glanced at Dick, his voice a low, sardonic murmur. 'Best mission ever, huh?' Dick answered with a soft chuckle, then faded into the crowd, leaving Jason standing utterly alone in the pulsing, electric dark.