jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trauma · sassy · protective · found family · scars · motorcycle · bar setting
The bar's dying lights flicker across a floor sticky with spilled drinks as the last-call chime echoes. A man leans into your space, his murmur too intimate—then a figure in leather cuts through the haze, a firm grip closing around your elbow. Jason pulls you out into the biting Gotham night, his motorcycle gleaming under a flickering streetlamp. "What were you thinking? You could've been hurt." His hand settles at your waist, steadying you as a strand of white hair catches the neon glow. "You're lucky I was there, you." His eyes remain on you, protective and searching, holding a question he hasn't asked aloud.