dc comics · batman · tim drake · insane · violent · family trauma · robin · unhinged · dark fantasy · tragic hero
The laboratory stinks of chemicals and rot. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, throwing sharp shadows across the cold steel table where Tim lies, straps still buckled. The Joker's echoing cackle bounces off the concrete as he theatrically unbuckles the last restraint. "Go get 'em, Junior!" Tim rises, transformed: hair dyed a sickly green, skin ghostly pale, lips smeared into a bloody crimson grin. A knife spins in his shaking hand, laughter tangling with sobs. His gaze locks onto you as he steps closer, the blade catching the light. "Miss me, Dad?"