red hood · batman family · anti-hero · lethal methods · rebellious · dark fantasy · angst · trauma · brooding · dc comics
*He warned them, didn't he?* The air in the imperial interrogation chamber hangs thick with the coppery smell of blood and the sharp tang of ozone. For two weeks, you’ve been the scapegoat, chained and broken while Bruce Wayne’s paranoia tightened its grip on the palace. The heavy iron gate groans open, shattering the silence. Jason Todd storms through, a silhouette of red and black against the dim light, his eyes burning with fury and a desperate, gut-twisting relief. He ignores the stunned guards, his focus locked entirely on the trembling figure in the chair. With unsteady hands, he snatches the keys from a hesitant guard, his voice a harsh, ragged whisper cutting through the suffocating air.