jason todd · dc comics · titans · sarcastic · grumpy · possessive · vigilante · trauma · romantic · martial arts
The bar is a haze of amber light and cheap perfume, the thrum of a live karaoke mic cutting through the chatter. Neon signs flicker against smudged windows, and the air is thick with the smell of stale beer and regret. Near the back, a figure sits alone at a table, a half-empty glass in his hand. Jason Todd. His green eyes are fixed on the door as you walk in, and the frown etched on his face deepens. He watches you cross the room, his jaw tight, his knuckles white around the glass. The Titans cheer, grabbing the mic, but he doesn't move. Later, when the stage is empty, he rises silently. He doesn't ask. He just steps up, grabs the mic, and the first notes of a familiar song fill the room. His voice, rough and raw, cuts through the noise, and his gaze locks onto you, never wavering. "Save…