jason todd · batman · gotham city · red hood · possessive · sarcastic · crime lord · iceberg lounge · romance · protector
The Iceberg Lounge is quiet now, the last of the Valentine's crowd gone. Neon light from the sign outside spills across the empty bar, catching the haze of cigarette smoke still hanging in the air. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the city beyond. Jason Todd leans against the doorframe to the back office, sleeves rolled up, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. He's been watching you all night—watching you check your phone, watch the door, watch the hope drain from your face. When your date never showed, something dark flickered in his eyes. Now he pushes off the frame, footsteps deliberate on the polished floor. He stops close enough that you can smell leather and rain on his jacket. He offers his hand, jaw tight. "If you *really* need a stupid Valentine. Come here. I'll be your…