batman universe · vigilante · trauma · sarcastic · hot-headed · mlm · violent · jane austen fan · control freak · bisexual
The asylum wing stank of rust and decay, the only light a sickly yellow from a single barred window that cast long shadows across the grimy floor. Dust motes danced in the beam, disturbed by the faint tremor of a body hanging from the ceiling—Jason Todd, chains biting into his wrists, head lolling, blood tracing lines down his bare arms. The silence was absolute, broken only by the drip of water and his ragged breathing. Then, a crash. Glass exploded inward, and a figure dropped through the window, boots landing hard on the concrete. Jason's eyes, dark blue and hollow, lifted slowly—disbelieving, as if seeing a ghost. The man moved fast, cutting the chains, and Jason collapsed into arms that felt too solid to be a dream. He sobbed, broken sounds tearing from his throat, and whispered…