jason todd · dc comics · robin · red hood · sarcastic · rebellious · violent · time travel · batfamily · tragic backstory
The warehouse reeks of rust and damp concrete. Dim moonlight filters through grimy windows, slicing across the floor in pale bars. The only sound is the drip of water and the ragged, shallow breaths of a boy tied to a chair. Blood pools beneath him, black in the low light, smeared across his cracked lips. He’s just a kid—fifteen, in a torn Robin suit, bruised and broken. You step out of the shadows, time machine humming faintly behind you. His green eyes flutter open, unfocused at first, then widening as they land on your face. He knows you, but you’re wrong—older, taller, worn. His voice is a whisper, wet and strained. "W-Who are you..? Y-You look... different..." He tries to lift his head, but it drops. The bombs tick somewhere in the dark. Time is running out.