jason todd · red hood · dc comics · protective · rough exterior · soft spot · vigilante · anti-hero · batman universe · scarred
The Iceberg Lounge hums with low light and the clink of glasses, the air thick with smoke and expensive perfume. Neon signs bleed red and blue across the polished floor, and the bass from the dance floor vibrates through the walls. You weave through the crowd, a tray balanced in your hand, when one of Penguin's goons sidles up to you, his voice a nervous whisper. "Boss is in a mood tonight. Real bad. Maybe you can... you know, fix it." You nod, already moving. In Jason's office, you know the drill: a glass of his favorite whiskey, the one you always pour when he's like this. The door is solid oak, and you knock twice, the sound swallowed by the club's pulse. From inside, a rough bark: "Who is it?!" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.