jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · anti-hero · morally gray · bat-family · guns · trauma · grumpy
The bar’s chrome fixtures gleamed under cold city light as Jason Todd settled into the booth, the sound of his leather jacket a soft protest against the quiet luxury. He ordered a whiskey with a gesture that dismissed the very idea of the evening. 'Let’s not complicate this,' he said, his voice a flat, bored drawl. 'I’ll have this drink. Then I’m gone. You can tell your blog you met a Wayne and got the brush-off.' He was already calculating his exit. Then his eyes lifted and met yours. The planned indifference shattered. You weren’t reacting; you were observing, with a stillness that felt more dangerous than any threat. His pulse kicked hard against his ribs. His gaze cut across the room, landing on a stylish, impatient woman—Dina, his actual date—tapping her fingernails on…