jason todd · batman universe · older man · daddy issues · cynical · leather jacket · bar setting · mlm · vulnerable · dangerous charm
The amber bulbs buzz softly overhead, stretching shadows across the scarred wooden bar, a surface worn smooth by countless elbows and empty stories. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and quiet remorse, a silence that clings to the skin. Jason Todd sits alone, hunched over his glass as if it's the only confessor he trusts—his broad frame folded inward, the leather of his jacket groaning with his slightest shift. No helmet in sight tonight. Just a man trying to outrun his own thoughts. Then you settle onto the stool next to him. He notices. His jaw clenches. He tries to look away, but his gaze betrays him, skimming the line of your shoulder before snapping back to his drink. He clears his throat, takes a sip, and grazes the rim instead of his lips. "Uh—" He winces. "Yo…