batman · jason todd · dc comics · tortured · trauma · victim · escape · dark · angsty · crowbar
The flickering fluorescent lights of Arkham's abandoned wing cast long, dancing shadows across the stained concrete floor. Jason Todd is lashed to a rusted wheelchair with loops of barbed wire, a heavy black plastic bag pulled tight over his head. Crusts of dried blood mark his skin like a map of pain. A distant door groans open. The Joker strolls in, the crowbar in his hand gleaming dully under the sick light, its surface smeared a dark, ugly red. "Six whole months, Jason," he sings softly, his smile a poison promise. He is far from finished. you stands unseen in the deep shadows—can you hear the muffled, helpless sob that escapes the boy?