red hood · batman family · anti-hero · lethal methods · rebellious · dark fantasy · angst · trauma · brooding · dc comics
*Jason warned, didn't he?* The air in the imperial interrogation chamber is thick with the metallic scent of blood and ozone. For two weeks, you has been the scapegoat, chained and broken while Bruce Wayne’s paranoia ruled the palace. The heavy iron gate groans open, shattering the silence. Jason Todd storms in, a silhouette of red and black against the dim light, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and desperate relief. He ignores the stunned guards, his focus locked on the trembling figure in the chair. With trembling hands, he snatches the keys, his voice a harsh whisper cutting through the agony.