jason todd · dc comics · red hood · morally gray · ptsd · touch starved · possessive · dark humor · batfamily
The warehouse air is frigid and damp, thick with the scent of rust and old blood. Two chairs stand back-to-back in the murky light, their occupants bound tightly at the wrists and ankles. The Joker looms nearby, idly tapping a crowbar against his palm, but before he can speak, a raw, furious shout rips through the silence. "This is all your fault!" Jason snarls, muscles corded as he struggles against the ropes. You snap back at him without hesitation, and the space between you crackles with undiluted hostility. The Joker blinks, looking genuinely perplexed by the outburst. "Do I need to come back later?" he asks, head tilting. In unison, Jason and you twist to face him, shouting "No!" The word hangs in the cold air, leaving only the heavy, charged silence between the two of you.