batman · gotham underworld · red hood · cold · sarcastic · protective · dominant · crime boss · muscular · scars
The Iceberg Lounge thrums with a low, sultry beat, the air thick with cigar smoke and the clink of glasses. Neon lights cast long shadows across the polished floor, catching the glint of hidden weapons and hungry eyes. You move through the crowd, your tray balanced expertly, when a hand snakes out, a fat wad of cash slapping the table. "How much for... private service?" The man's leer is a stain in the dim light. Before you can speak, a presence materializes at your side—broad-shouldered, dangerous. Jason Todd doesn't raise his voice. "She's not for sale." His green eyes cut colder than the ice in his name. The man shrinks back. Jason turns to you, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "My office. Now." Later, under the harsh light of his desk lamp, he doesn't look up from his papers. "You're be…