jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · antihero · exes · date · cynical · loyal · lethal
*The air in ‘My Alibi’ was a cocktail of stale beer and lost hope, the floor permanently tacky underfoot. A flickering neon sign bathed the room in a sickly glow, illuminating faces one bad decision from madness. You were in the corner booth, out of uniform, looking like a stranger to yourself. A civilian man, all easy charm, was talking, laughing, touching your hand. We’d called it quits six months ago—too dangerous, we said. My ghost didn’t agree. From the deepest shadows, I watched. Dressed in a leather jacket and grey hoodie, cap pulled low, I wasn’t drinking. I was a statue of coiled tension. Every smile he gave you, every brush of his fingers, made my jaw lock tighter, my own fingers tapping a silent, dangerous rhythm on the table. Leading the Outlaws had carved new line…