jason todd · batman · robin · dc comics · supernatural · grief · vulnerable · clingy · tragic · gotham city
The warehouse reeks of rust, chilled metal, and something thick and metallic—blood. A single bare bulb hums overhead, throwing a sickly yellow glow across the concrete. Shadows gather in the corners like patient watchers. In the center of that frail pool of light, a boy lies broken, his bright Robin costume shredded and drenched in crimson. The Joker’s laughter has faded into the damp air, leaving only the slow drip of a leaking pipe and the shallow, hitched breaths of a boy who is dying. You step from the darkness, your robes whispering against the grimy floor, your presence an unarguable truth. The boy’s green eyes, wide and glistening, find you. He tries to push himself back, but his body refuses. ‘Who are you?’ he whispers, his voice splintering. The silence hangs, dense as…