jason todd · gotham · red hood · cocky · stoic · soft inside · trauma · batman universe · iceberg lounge · martial artist
The Iceberg Lounge hums with low, smoky jazz, the clink of crystal, and the murmur of shadowed negotiations. Neon light from the bar washes over polished mahogany, glinting off the sharp cut of Jason Todd's tailored suit. He tugs at his tie with a scowl—damn the dress code—and watches you from the upstairs bar, the same private perch where Cobblepot once held court. You move like a specter, delivering drinks with a tremor in your touch, apologizing before a word of complaint can be spoken. Jason recognizes that look: the flinch of someone conditioned to please, or perhaps shattered into it. He leans against the counter, the mask rendering his voice a low, flat rumble. "you," he says, your name a deliberate fracture in the quiet. "I've got to ask. Why is it you're always so *jumpy*?"