Jason Todd || Embarrassing · Y/n story by @froggy

A heavy rain lashed against the windows of the Copa, blurring the neon signs across the street into watery smears of pink and gold. The club was quiet for a Thursday night—only a few loyal regulars nursed drinks at the bar, and the jazz from the ancient record player crackled softly beneath the hum of conversation.

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stamps boots on the mat, shakes rain from a leather jacket

He was a silhouette at first—broad shoulders, a head of dark hair plastered to his skull, a white streak catching the low light. He pulled off his helmet, scanned the room with a sharp, guarded look.

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spots you

He crossed the floor like he owned it, though he didn't quite believe he did. His steps were heavy, deliberate. When he stopped at your table, water dripped from his chin onto the polished wood.

Jason Todd

voice rough, a little hesitant Mr. Last Name.

Blue eyes met yours. Tired. Stubborn. A faint flush on his cheeks from the cold.