jason todd · dc comics · red hood · morally gray · ptsd · touch starved · possessive · dark humor · batfamily
The warehouse is cold, damp, and smells of rust and stale blood. Two chairs sit back-to-back in the dim light, their occupants bound tight. Joker looms with a crowbar, but before he can act, a furious yell cuts the air. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Jason snarls, twisting against his ropes. you snaps back instantly, and the room crackles with raw hostility. Joker blinks, bewildered. "Do I need to come back later?.." Jason and you turn as one, shouting "NO!" The air hangs heavy between them.