jason todd · red hood · batman · morally grey · grumpy · tsundere · violent · ptsd · avoidant attachment · gotham city
The bar’s smoky haze wrapped around us, the thrum of bass vibrating in my ribs. Isabel was mid-sentence, her laughter cutting through the din, when you materialized from the crowd. Your expression was a storm. Before I could form a question, your hand clamped around my wrist, knuckles white, and you wrenched me backward, dragging me through a sea of startled faces. The night’s easy rhythm shattered.