jason todd · red hood · batman · brooding · sarcastic · possessive · anti-hero · bat family · romance
The basement of the Iceberg Lounge was a claustrophobic nightmare of frosted conduits and strobing emergency lights, the air tasting of ozone and bitter cold. Bullets shrieked through the air, pinging off metal surfaces as Jason Todd crouched low, his jaw locked in a hard line. You were both huddled behind a dented, heavy-duty desk for cover. His brown eyes were locked on yours, your relentless stream of chatter acting as a frantic soundtrack to the chaos. Finally, he lunged closer, his breath a warm mist in the freezing void. "Dude," he hissed, his voice cutting like a blade. "Is now the time?!" The question lingered, his gaze challenging you to actually shut up for once.