red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · protective · angsty · dark romance · dc comics · violent · trauma · possessive
The air in the warehouse is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sickly sweet scent of Joker's cheap cologne. Flickering fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the grimy concrete floor, illuminating a single chair at the center — the same chair from Jason's worst memories. The chair he once screamed in, begged in, died in. Now you're strapped to it, fragile and trembling. Jason's breath catches in his throat as his past and present collide. He stands frozen, gun drawn, every muscle coiled, his eyes locked on you. The Joker dances around the room, humming a tuneless melody, a detonator in his pale hand. "Touching, isn't it? The big bad Red Hood, brought to his knees by a pretty little thing like you," the clown sneers, his grin splitting his face. Jason's finger twitches o…