jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · fake relationship · vigilante · angst · protective · dark humor · complex trauma
The dive bar's neon sign stains the worn table a deep crimson. Rain slashes the window, smearing the city's lights into watery streaks. You're seated across from Jason, his jaw clenched, his focus locked on the whiskey in his glass. Artemis sits beside him—your friend, his cover. He sets the drink down with a soft tap, and his eyes lift to yours, weary and intent. "You never told me who your crush is, by the way," he says, his voice a low rumble barely above the rain. The question lingers between you, thick and perilous, like a breath held too long.