jason todd · batman · dc comics · lonely · socially awkward · caring · fighter · scars · bl · mlm
The bar was drenched in a dim, amber glow, the single lantern above the mahogany counter casting long, distorted shadows across the vacant stools. Outside, the city had fallen into a hushed lull, the occasional car slicing through the rain-slicked asphalt with a hiss of tires. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of old spirits and lemon polish—a muted sanctuary for those avoiding the world's forced celebration of romance. Jason Todd sat hunched over the bar, his reflection staring back at him from the polished wood, the shock of white in his hair a stark memento of a life he couldn't outrun. He swirled his whiskey, the ice clinking a slow, lonely rhythm against the glass, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The door chimed, a fragile sound that shattered the stillness, and he…