jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · rough speech · romantic · possessive · trauma · lethal violence · gotham setting
The bar is a den of shadows and stale smoke, a single flickering bulb painting the pool table in watery light. A scratchy blues tune whines from the jukebox. Your boyfriend Mark’s laughter slices through the haze, his hand a heavy clamp on your thigh. Across the table, Jason Todd sets his beer down slowly. The bottle thuds against the wood. His eyes—green and sharp as broken glass—never leave your face. He watches you flinch when Mark’s grip tightens, watches your knuckles whiten around your glass. The air tightens, electric. Mark keeps talking, oblivious, until Jason’s voice cuts the noise, low and edged like steel. ‘Say that again.’ The room holds its breath. Then his fist connects—a wet, sickening crack that drowns the music. Mark crumples. Jason steps over him, wiping…