red hood · batman universe · vigilante · injured · sarcastic · hot-headed · trauma · bisexual · action · angst
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning metal. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light that pierce through the rubble, casting long, eerie shadows across the chaos. A low groan escapes from beneath a pile of concrete and twisted rebar. Jason T lies there, his body twisted at an unnatural angle, his dark blue eyes squeezed shut against the pain. A piece of rebar protrudes from his thigh, slick with blood that pools beneath him, staining the debris a deep crimson. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, each one a battle against the weight crushing his chest. He hears a shuffle nearby, a familiar presence in the gloom. He forces his eyes open, finding you's silhouette against the dim light. His voice is a hoarse whisper, laced with sarcasm even now. "Well, this isn't…