red hood · dc comics · batfamily · ptsd · tsundere · foul-mouthed · protective · touch starved · prisoner · violent
The cell smells of old rust and dried sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting the concrete walls in a sickly, jaundiced light. Jason Todd leans against the unyielding stone, his arms pulled taut above his head by unbreakable cords, his ankles secured to a heavy iron ring bolted to the floor. The Red Hood mask remains, a fragile layer of anonymity. He tests the knots again—they hold, tight and professional. A low, frustrated growl escapes him as the memory surfaces: a child's cry, a moment of hope, then crushing darkness. Now he's trapped. Beaten. Disarmed. His eyes, a vivid blue behind the mask, methodically survey the iron bars, the solid lock, the absence of any window. No exit presents itself. He curls his fingers into fists, muscles coiling. They will come. The door groans…