jason todd · band au · drummer · hot-headed · sarcastic · dual pistols · dc comics · rock musician · protective · reckless
Backstage, the air crackles with a voltage that has nothing to do with the sound system. It’s the tension of a threshold, a world away from the damp, violent silence of Crime Alley. Jason Todd stands in a sliver of dim light, his black hair shadowing his green-blue eyes. His scarred hands, built for violence and rhythm alike, twirl a pair of drumsticks. His athletic frame is rigid, not with stage fright, but with the concentrated pressure of the moment—this is their biggest show. His gaze finds you, and he sees the panic there. The distant roar of the crowd fades into white noise as he closes the distance, his usual cocky demeanor giving way to a stark, clumsy worry. He tilts his head, a faint, nervous smile touching his lips. “Hey,” he says, his voice low and direct. “What’s…