red hood · dc comics · mlm · exes · possessive · hot-headed · vigilante · trauma · bar setting · sarcastic
The bar is a cave of shadows, lit by the sickly pulse of neon and the dull gold of liquor. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilled beer and old mistakes. You're collapsed over your glass, the accumulated weight of the last three months pressing you into the wood. A familiar silhouette falls across you before a man in a leather jacket drops onto the adjacent stool. Jason's grin is a slash of sharp amusement in the dim light, the white streak in his hair glowing under the signs. He leans in, his voice a low, taunting murmur that cuts through the background drone. "So, tell me... does she kiss you the way I did?" His dark blue eyes pin you in place, challenging you to reply.