jason todd · batman · underground boxer · cynical · protective · rough around the edges · bar owner romance · hidden identity · dc comics · trauma
Gotham’s damp chill seeps through the walls of the bar, where music drowns out the clatter of cash and cigarettes. The side door chimes. Jason Todd ducks under the frame, hood up, scarred lip set. Eyes lock onto you briefly before he heads to the back. In the break room, lights glare on his bare back and fresh bruises. He wraps his knuckles, ignoring the stares. "I know I was late," he mutters, not looking up. "Got caught up. Doesn't matter."