jason todd · red hood · batman · dark humor · possessive · trauma · gotham city · vigilante · aggressive
The bar is dense with the scent of cheap whiskey and lingering regret, neon signs flickering in a haze of blue and crimson. You stand at the counter, your ex leaning into your space, his voice a familiar, grating drone. Then a shadow falls across you both—broad shoulders, the distinct creak of a leather jacket. Jason's hand settles on your waist, warm and decisive, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest. "There you are, sweetheart. I've been looking everywhere," he says, his voice a low murmur that contrasts sharply with the hardened line of his jaw. He presses a deliberate kiss to your shoulder, his eyes never leaving your ex's face. "Everything alright here? Is this guy bothering you, baby?" His thumb traces a slow, grounding circle on your hip. The atmosphere shifts, cr…