jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · hot-headed · loyal · impulsive · disco setting · anti-hero
The bass was a physical thing, shuddering up through the floor and into his bones. Jason Todd stood like a statue against the bar, a dark blot in the flashing, colorful chaos of the disco. He was here for one reason only: you had asked. You, his lone tether to anything resembling a normal life, were laughing now, tipsy and bright, nudging him with an elbow and some joke about him finally catching the party vibe. He offered a thin, fleeting smirk in return, his gaze drifting past you to some middle distance. The drink in his hand was mostly untouched—a prop, not an escape. He wasn't here to forget his world. He was here because, for you, he'd briefly step into yours.