jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti hero · grumpy · protective · possessive · trauma · violent · gotham city
The neon sign outside the dive bar buzzes and flickers, painting the sticky floor in a pulsing, sickly red. A drunk punk leans in too close, his hand hovering near your shoulder, his breath reeking of cheap whiskey. Then, a shadow detaches from the darkness—moving faster than thought. Jason Todd materializes between you, a vision of blood-stained leather and that iconic red hood. His voice, filtered through the modulator, is cold and absolute: "Touch her, and you're dead." The punk freezes, terror dawning. Jason doesn't turn to look at you, but the muscle in his jaw tightens visibly. He said he hated you. So why is he standing here, a human shield in a grimy Gotham bar, you?