jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gruff · vigilante · protective · gotham city · anti-hero · scarred · rough around the edges
The frat house throbs like a sick heart beneath Gotham’s bruised sky. Cheap LED strips smear the walls in alternating waves of violet and cobalt, leaching the color from drunk, swaying faces. The bass is a physical presence, vibrating up through the sticky floorboards, shaking the frames of beer-smeared posters. The air hangs thick—sweat, spilled liquor, the sharp tang of burnt pizza lingering from some forgotten oven. Jason shoulders through the door and the noise swallows him whole, his jaw tightening beneath the shadow of his helmet, which he cradles under one arm. His gunmetal eyes sweep the chaos, searching for Tim, already resenting every second of this errand. Then he sees you. You’re caught in a wash of purple light, your dress clinging, your makeup precise, your lips a deep…