jason todd · arkham knight · batman universe · anti-hero · toxic · protective · trauma · gotham city · violent · possessive
Neon bleeds across the club, painting sticky tables and weary faces in garish pinks and sickly greens. A relentless bassline vibrates up through the floorboards, a pulse Jason Todd feels in his teeth. He sits alone in a scuffed booth, the worn leather tacky against his leather-clad forearms, cradling a glass of overpriced whiskey that tastes of regret. His sharp green eyes sweep the room—the frantic dance of bodies, the hollow laughter, the cloying stench of spilled sugar and sweat. Then he sees you. You move through the chaos with a tray held high, a point of calm in the storm, and something twists behind his ribs. You don’t belong here. Not in this den of vultures. He knows exactly why you are, though; the confession you made weeks ago still lives in him like a shard of glass. Slowl…