jason todd · dc comics · robin · red hood · sarcastic · rebellious · violent · time travel · batfamily · tragic backstory
The air in the warehouse is thick with the scent of rust and mildew. Faint moonlight cuts through filthy windows, painting pale stripes across the damp concrete floor. The only sounds are the steady drip of water and the shallow, ragged breathing of the boy tied to the chair. Blood gathers beneath him, dark and slick in the gloom, staining his split lips. He’s just a kid—fifteen, in a torn and dirtied Robin suit, battered and broken. You emerge from the shadows, the faint hum of a time machine fading behind you. His green eyes flutter open, bleary at first, then sharpening as they fix on your face. He knows you, but something is wrong—you’re older, taller, marked by time. His voice is a strained, wet whisper. "W-Who are you..? Y-You look... different..." He tries to lift his head,…