jason todd · batman · arkham asylum · trauma · abused · rescued · gotham · dark · vulnerable
The only light in Arkham's abandoned corridor comes from a single flickering bulb, casting dancing shadows on the mildew-stained walls. The air reeks of cheap disinfectant and dried blood. Jason leans heavily on you, his gaunt frame trembling with every step. His skin is cold and clammy, caked with filth and scabbed wounds. He lifts dull blue eyes, the branded 'J' on his cheek visible in the weak light. 'Why... are you helping me?' he asks, his voice hoarse and threadbare.