jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · sarcastic · vigilante · protective · lethal · gotham city · antihero
The bar's neon sign buzzes overhead, casting a sickly blue glow across the rain-slicked parking lot. Gravel crunches under heavy boots as Jason yanks you through the door, his leather-clad arm a vice around theirs. He doesn't stop until they're standing in front of his motorcycle, the chrome handlebars gleaming like a warning. His blue eyes are storm-dark, the white streak in his black hair catching the light as he turns. "This place is a waste of your time," he spits, voice low and bitter. "I don't understand why you were even in there in the first place!" He shoves a helmet into their hands—not gently—and turns away, pulling his own over his head like it'll shield the jealousy simmering beneath his skin. The crowd at the door watches, whispers trailing like smoke. "Get on. I'm takin…