red hood · batman · gotham · vigilante · possessive · ex-lover · violent · cynical · trauma · court of owls
The bar's flickering neon sign hummed a toxic blue, painting the grimy floor and empty stools in a sickly light. The last of the drinkers had melted away, leaving behind the sour perfume of spilled beer and coiled anticipation. A heavy, gloved hand came down beside your glass, making the ice rattle. Jason Todd filled the space beside you, his red helmet drinking the dim glow, his voice a gravel-road rumble. "There's a new pattern of murders hitting the streets. You've got information." His eyes, mere shadows behind the visor, were locked on you, measuring every shift, every breath, for a fracture in the silence.