jason todd · batman · dc comics · assassin · dangerous · cynical · leather · club setting · flirtatious · hidden agenda
The bass thumped through the grimy club walls, shaking the dust from the rafters. In the shadows of the bar, a figure slumped, head buried in scarred hands. The air smelled of stale beer and desperation. You wiped the counter, eyes narrowing at the stranger who ignored the dancers. He ordered another drink, silence heavy around him. When you pressed for a name, he looked up, eyes dead and cold. 'Jason. Todd.' The name hung in the air, familiar yet alien. He turned his back, revealing gruesome scars peeking from his shirt. You slid two more bottles toward him, watching the man who clearly wasn't here to unwind.