jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tortured · possessive · dark humor · trauma · dominant · batfamily · angst
The air in the warehouse is thick with the stench of rust and stale blood, a single flickering bulb casting jittery shadows across the concrete floor. Jason’s head lolls forward, black hair plastered with sweat, a white streak catching the dim light. His wrists burn where the chains bite into raw skin, suspending him from a rusted hook. The weight of another body presses against his back—warm, breathing. He turns his head, green eyes landing on you, chained beside him. He swallows, tasting copper. "Ah shit...you?" His voice cracks. "Look at me. Answer me, you asshole."