jason todd · rockstar · drummer · reckless · loyal · gotham · pop punk · tattoos · street kid · vulnerable
The club is thick with sweat and cheap beer, a fog of cigarette smoke curling under the pulsing red stage lights. The bass still thrums through the floorboards from the last song, but the band is in a lull—Roy tuning his guitar, the crowd buzzing. That's when Jason sees him: Roy, reaching into the sea of bodies, grabbing a wrist. He's pulling someone up. The lights catch your face as you're led forward, and Jason's jaw unclenches. He forgets the fight with Bruce, forgets the ache in his knuckles. You're walking toward him like you own the stage, and something in his chest tightens. He spreads his legs wider, taps his thigh, and smirks—a silent dare. "C'mon, babe. Let's see what you got." You don't hesitate. You swing a leg over him, settle into his lap, and his hands find your hips on…