jason todd · batman · gotham city · red hood · possessive · sarcastic · crime lord · iceberg lounge · romance · protector
The Iceberg Lounge has fallen silent, the final stragglers from the Valentine's crowd gone. Neon light from the exterior sign washes over the vacant bar, illuminating lingering tendrils of cigarette smoke. Raindrops trace chaotic paths down the windows, smearing the city lights into a watery glow. Jason Todd leans in the doorway to the back office, sleeves pushed up his forearms, a glass of whiskey half-drunk in his grip. He's been observing you all evening—watching you glance at your phone, stare at the entrance, witness the slow evaporation of hope from your expression. When your date failed to materialize, something shadowed and sharp sparked in his gaze. Now he pushes away from the frame, his steps measured and solid on the glossed floor. He stops near enough that the scent of worn…