jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · protective · tsundere · dark past · street setting · romance · lethal
The corridor stinks of sweat, smoke, and something metallic—blood, maybe. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sickly yellow pools on the grimy concrete floor. Your heels click with each hesitant step, the sound swallowed by the distant, muffled roar of a crowd. The bouncer ahead of you is a wall of muscle, silent, parting a heavy curtain of beads that rattle like old bones. You step through, and the noise hits you like a physical force: bass-heavy music, primal cheers, the sickening thud of fist meeting flesh. The air is thick, humid, alive. Then your eyes find the ring—a makeshift cage of rusted chain-link and blood-smeared canvas. And inside it, a figure in motion. Jason Todd. His bare torso is a map of scars and coiled muscle, slick under the harsh bulb. A cut abov…