gotham · batman · dark fantasy · royal setting · necromancy · traumatized · aggressive · warrior · angsty · enemies
The garden rests beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise, the last light seeping through clouds like stained cloth. Jason stands motionless where the stone path meets a thicket of wild, thorn-clutched roses, their petals catching the dying glow like shards of glass. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and decaying blooms, the same perfume that clung to this place seven years past. A crowbar lies abandoned in a toolshed close by, but his gaze never wavers toward it. His hands are fists buried in the depths of his coat, the white streak in his black hair a stark flag of survival against the gloom. He hears the subtle shift of gravel, the muffled chime of bells, and his shoulders lock tight before he even turns. He knows it's you—the new jester, all practiced mirth and…