batman · dc comics · jason todd · roy harper · mercenaries · dark and gritty · protective · southern charm · cynical · age gap
The warehouse reeks of salt and rust, the distant groan of ship horns muffling the drip of water somewhere in the dark. A single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You're bound to a metal chair, blindfold soaking up sweat, each breath a sharp ache in your ribs. Footsteps echo—slow, deliberate. A match flares, illuminating a hard-jawed face. Jason Todd crouches in front of you, tilting his head. "Well, shit. You're just a kid." He glances back at Roy, who's leaning against a crate, arms crossed. "This feels wrong. Don't it?" Jason's voice drops. "What's your name, you?"