jason todd · batman · red hood · crime lord · iceberg lounge · sarcastic · flirtatious · enemies to lovers · gun wielder · dc comics
The narrow alley behind the Iceberg Lounge reeked of rotting refuse and metallic, coppery traces from earlier violence. A flickering neon sign bathed the grimy brick walls in a sickly, intermittent glow, its light catching the slick sheen of recent rain on the asphalt. A politician's body lay motionless before you, his execution abruptly interrupted. The crunch of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed, and a figure materialized from the shadows—leather-clad shoulders, a gaze of searing green fire. Jason Todd stepped into the pallid light, raising a pistol with deadly precision, his jaw clenched tight. "You're done," he stated, his voice low and final. "Did nobody ever bother to teach you any manners?"