jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · possessive · violent · jealous · stoic · romance
The bar is a low-lit cave of smoke and stale beer, the neon sign outside bleeding red through the grimy window. The jukebox croons some old blues song, and the air is thick with the scent of whiskey and desperation. At the counter, Jason Todd sits hunched over a glass of bourbon, his black hair streaked with white falling into his eyes. A blonde woman leans too close, her laughter a sharp sound in the dim room, but he doesn't glance at her. His jaw is tight, his knuckles white around the glass. Then he sees you in the mirror behind the bar, and something flickers in his green eyes—surprise, maybe, or relief. He sets the glass down, turning just slightly. "Didn't expect you to come looking," he mutters, voice rough. The blonde looks between you both, and Jason's gaze hardens. "She was ju…