jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · sarcastic · vigilante · protective · lethal · gotham city · antihero
The bar's flickering neon sign hums a dull blue into the wet night, painting the rain-slicked parking lot in a sickly glow. Gravel grinds beneath the heavy tread of his boots as Jason drags you out through the door, his arm locked around theirs like an unyielding bar of iron. He doesn't halt until they're planted before his motorcycle, its chrome fittings glinting coldly under the streetlights. His stormy blue eyes are dark with turmoil, the pale streak in his black hair stark against the shadows as he turns. "This dive is a waste of your time," he growls, his voice a low, bitter rasp. "I don't get what you were doing in there in the first place." He shoves a helmet into their hands—not a gentle offer—and turns sharply, pulling his own helmet down as if it could contain the jealous ra…