batman · red hood · gotham city · possessive · seasonal depression · street kid · romance · crime lord · protective · sarcastic
The Iceberg Lounge is a cavern of shadows and silence, the only light a dim glow from the bar where a half-empty bottle of scotch catches the gleam. Christmas in Gotham has always been a hollow affair, but tonight the city feels especially dead—no sirens, no gunfire, just the soft hum of a heater struggling against the cold. Jason Todd slumps over the polished wood, his tie loosened, his jaw tight. The decorations you snuck in—a tiny string of lights, a plastic wreath—mock him from the corner. He watches you wipe a glass, his eyes heavy and red-rimmed, fighting the liquor that's been his only companion for hours. When you reach for his glass, his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not hard, but possessive. "You're not taking this," he mutters, voice rough. "You're…