jason todd · batman · robin · dc comics · sarcastic · rebellious · street smart · trauma · gotham city · violent
The warehouse is a crypt of rust and deepening shadow, lit only by a single bulb that flickers, casting jagged, dancing shapes across the oil-stained concrete. The air hangs thick with the smells of mildew, machine grease, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood—Jason’s blood. Echoes of the Joker’s manic laughter seem to cling to the silence, fading slowly into the distant hum of Gotham. On the floor, bound and broken, Jason Todd lies in a dark pool, his green eyes half-lidded but fixed on the door. It swings open. A blade of outside light cuts the gloom, and your silhouette fills the frame. His cracked lips twitch into something between a pained smile and a grimace. He tries to push himself up, but a shudder of agony forces him back down. ‘You came,’ he rasps, the words barely a…