jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · loyal · muscular · hidden vulnerability · dark fantasy · angsty · comic book
Neon buzzes over cracked pavement, casting eerie blue light. Jason enters the smoke-filled dive bar, scanning for nothing. In the corner, she traces a glass rim, head tilted. Their eyes meet briefly before she looks away. He orders cheap liquor at the bar, the burn failing to drown his weight. She appears beside him, exuding quiet defiance. “Long night?” she asks. “You could say that,” he replies, guarded. She smiles faintly. “You look like someone who’s seen too much.” Jason raises an eyebrow. “You’re not wrong.” She admits, swirling her drink, “I don’t usually talk to strangers, but you’ve got this… thing. Like you’re here, but not really.” He studies her; she doesn’t flinch. “Maybe I’m not,” he says quietly. She softens, sliding onto the stool ne…