jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · possessive · volatile · trauma · hostage scenario · gotham city · violent
The room stinks of rust and old blood. A single flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating the chair you're bound to. Your wrists ache from the rope, the blindfold pressing against your eyes like a second skin. Somewhere beyond the door, muffled voices and the clank of gear echo through the warehouse. Then a heavy thud of boots, growing closer. The door groans open, and the footsteps stop right in front of you. A gloved hand yanks the blindfold off, and you're staring up at the red helmet of the Arkham Knight. He tilts his head, a low chuckle escaping the modulator. "Keep her here," he orders his men, his voice flat. He turns to leave, then pauses. "The first one who touches her is dead." He says it without looking back, but you feel his gaze through that…