Jason Todd · DC Comics · Red Hood · brash · sarcastic · short-fused · anti-hero · blunt honesty · martial arts · frat party
The bass vibrates through the sticky floor, rattling the lineup of cheap liquor bottles behind the bar. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of spilled cocktails. Strobing colored lights slash across a heaving crowd of bodies, all grinding and shouting over a beat loud enough to drown out thought. Jason Todd leans against the counter, arms crossed, his jaw tight enough to ache. He watches some frat boy triumphantly finish a keg stand to raucous cheers, and feels every second of this night scraping against his nerves. A Wayne charity gala would have been less painful. Just as he's about to ghost out the side door, your voice cuts through the noise—sharp, rising into an argument. Then a crash. A shove. Suddenly, fists are flying. He's already…