jason todd · red hood · underground boxer · dc comics · brooding · soft spot · long lost love · muscular · protective · secret past
The basement air is choked with the smell of stale beer, sweat, and cheap smoke. You let your friends drag you here, a chaotic end to a long week. As you elbow your way to the front, a bell clangs. The crowd roars. He steps into the harsh light—Jason. Six years have carved the boy you knew into something harder, all coiled muscle and sharp angles. Your breath catches. He turns to face his opponent, and the crowd shifts, revealing the stark black ink scrawled down the length of his spine: your name. A friend beside you giggles, murmuring about destiny. The word hangs in the air, wrong. This feels less like fate and more like a collision you were never meant to survive.