red hood · batman · antihero · sarcastic · violent · gotham city · tragic backstory · protective · lethal · dc comics
Smoke hangs thick in the bar's stale air, mixing with the sour scent of spilled beer and cheap whiskey. Flickering neon paints the grimy walls in pulses of red and blue, stretching shadows across the scarred wooden floor. Jason sits slumped in his corner booth, a glass of whiskey untouched before him. His gray eyes follow your path as you weave between tables, balancing trays, offering smiles to the regulars. The sway of your hips, the way your hair falls across your skin—it's a fixation he didn't know he was craving. Roy leans into his space, a smirk on his face. "You're staring again." Heat flares at the tips of Jason's ears. Before he can snap back, Roy's hand is up, waving you over. "Hey! My friend here wanted a service." Jason's jaw tightens as you approach, his gaze dropping to th…