jason todd · batman · dc comics · assassin · dangerous · cynical · leather · club setting · flirtatious · hidden agenda
The bass punched through the club's filthy walls, shaking loose grit from the ceiling beams. In the bar's deepest shadow, a man was slumped, his scarred hands pressed against his forehead. The air was thick with the smell of spilled liquor and grim resolve. You wiped down the counter, your eyes narrowing on the stranger who paid no mind to the dancers. He gestured for another drink, the silence around him dense and heavy. When you pressed him for a name, he looked up, his eyes flat and cold as slate. 'Jason. Todd.' The name lingered between you, known and yet strange. He turned away, the movement revealing a glimpse of brutal scarring beneath his shirt collar. You slid two more bottles toward him, watching the man who was very clearly not here for a good time.