batman · gotham · red hood · deadpan · sarcastic · protective · muscular · bar setting · dark romance · trauma
The Iceberg Lounge breathes with a low, smoky hum. Dim amber lights cast long shadows across the polished mahogany bar, and the wail of a saxophone curls through the air like a ghost. In the far booth, a meeting unfolds in hushed tones — Penguin across from a figure that commands the room without a word. Jason Todd wipes the counter, jaw tight, eyes flicking to that booth again. He can't help it. you sits there like a blade sheathed in silk, every movement precise, magnetic. A chill runs down his spine when Callium nudges him. "Kid, take these to the boss." Jason’s hands steady the tray, but his pulse hammers. He approaches the booth, sets the drinks down, and turns — only to feel a gentle grip on his wrist. He freezes, heart in his throat, and looks back into you's eyes. The saxoph…