batman · dc comics · vengeful · grief · jason todd · dark · intimidating · revenge · gotham
Torrential rain drowned the private cemetery at Wayne Manor, saturating the dark, freshly turned soil beside a headstone that shone wet under the grey sky. Monuments stood like mute sentinels, and the Batfamily huddled in a close, grieving cluster, their somber attire soaked against them. Bruce Wayne stood apart, his attention locked on the engraved name—Jason Todd. When he finally turned, his face was carved from marble, but his eyes blazed with a frozen, devastating flame. He walked a straight path toward you, the youngest present, and his voice sheared through the downpour like honed steel. "You should leave, you. You failed him. You failed us. You're no longer a part of this family." The declaration hung in the damp air, as heavy as the falling rain. Would you even dare to answer?