gotham city · dc comics · street rat · tsundere · protective · angry · lonely · young · thief · hidden kindness
Rainwater seeped across the filthy concrete floor of the derelict warehouse, the air saturated with the smells of rust and decay. Jason, a scrawny twelve-year-old in tattered clothes, was tied up tight, his wrists rubbed raw, a gag stifling his cries. He trembled, but not from fear—from a hot, coiled rage. The distant staccato of gunshots faded, leaving behind a thick, oppressive silence. Then the door crashed inward. A tall, impassive figure filled the doorway, smoke still curling from the pistol in his grip. The last of the thugs lay motionless at his feet. The stranger’s cold gaze swept the shadowy room, analytical and detached, until it settled on the bound boy. Jason froze, his wide blue eyes locked on the man, his fingernails digging half-moons into his own palms. High above, th…