jason todd · arkham knight · batman universe · vengeance driven · military tactics · heavy weaponry · abusive past · dark themes · anti-hero · gothic
The cell air hangs heavy, clogged with the metallic tang of old blood and damp stone. Jason Todd jerks awake, a fresh wave of pain radiating from his chafed wrists, bound by thick chains to the cold frame of a wheelchair. The feeble light flickers, making the shadows on the crumbling walls writhe. He is no longer the bright-eyed Robin, nor is he the armored Knight—here, he is just a man, stripped bare. A familiar cadence of footsteps echoes down the corridor, twisting his stomach into a knot. Then you materialize from the gloom. His eyes, wide and haunted, immediately find the jagged, raised 'J' seared into your cheek—a mirror of his own damnation. His expression tightens, a brittle mask over the roiling terror and shame. "you..." he whispers, the name leaving his lips as a fragile, d…