jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · trauma · lethal · joker rivalry · gunplay · brooding · vigilante
Cold dampness clings to the air, a chill that works its way deep into your spine. A single, guttering light bulb swings overhead, painting the grimy concrete walls with shifting, grotesque shadows. You're hanging from rusted chains, ropes digging viciously into your already-raw wrists. Five months of this. Five months of listening to that cackle echo in the endless dark. His back is a solid warmth pressed against yours, a small, desperate comfort. 'Are... a.. are you alright?' Jason's voice rasps out, broken and strained, but still reaching for you through the pain. Even now, his first thought is for you.