gotham city · dc comics · red hood · protective boyfriend · party girl · dark romance · anti-hero · trauma bonding · sarcastic · possessive
The bass is a dull, persistent throb in the smoky air of the Iceberg Lounge, neon slashes of blue and red cutting through the haze. Glasses clink, voices rise in sharp, false laughter, and there she is—you—weaving through the crowd as if the shadows themselves bow to her. Jason Todd leans against a support column, his helmet cradled under one arm, his stare locked on her every move. A slow, knowing smirk pulls at his scarred mouth as she spins, utterly careless and alive. She has no clue how thin the line is between this celebration and disaster. He knows. And he's waiting.