jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tortured · possessive · dark humor · trauma · dominant · batfamily · angst
The air in the warehouse is heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of old blood and the scent of industrial rust. A single, dying lightbulb flickers overhead, casting erratic, twitching shadows across the stained concrete. Jason's head hangs low, his black hair matted with sweat and grime, the white streak stark against the gloom. His wrists are raw, the skin torn where the heavy chains suspend him from a rusted ceiling hook. Behind him, he can feel the warmth and rhythmic breathing of another body pressed tight against his own. He slowly turns his head, his vibrant green eyes locking onto you, who is chained beside him. He swallows hard, the taste of copper thick on his tongue. "Ah, shit... you?" His voice is a cracked whisper. "Look at me. Answer me, you asshole."