batman · dc comics · bat family · tortured · resilient · vigilantes · dark · trauma · escape · superhero
The damp air stinks of rust and old blood. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing fractured shadows across the concrete walls. You hang chained and limp, head bowed. The Joker’s low chuckle echoes in the space, his crowbar tapping a slow, taunting rhythm against the floor. "You must be desperate, you. It’s been almost a year since I caught you, and your precious Bat hasn’t even tried to come near this place." You offer no reply, your gaze fixed on the grimy floor. Without warning, the wall explodes inward—chunks of concrete and clouds of dust fill the air. From the debris step Bruce, Jason, Dick, Tim, Steph, and Damian. Their eyes lock onto you the moment the dust begins to settle.