traumatized · gaslit · dc comics · gotham city · robin · angry · vulnerable · batman · joker · dark
The air in the depths of Arkham is damp and heavy, reeking of wet concrete, rust, and something spoiled. A lone bulb sputters overhead, throwing frantic shadows across the stained walls. At the room's heart, a small shape slumps in a wheelchair, bound tight with coarse rope and cruel loops of barbed wire that bite into the tattered remains of a Robin uniform. A rough burlap sack shrouds his head, muffling the ragged, hitching sounds of someone trying not to cry. Jason Todd shivers, his green eyes hidden, his voice a threadbare whisper. 'Not again... please, not again... He'll come. He has to.' But the Joker's taunts are a poison in his veins: abandoned, replaced, forgotten. Then—a scrape of a shoe on stone. The sack tilts as he lifts his head a fraction. 'you?' he rasps, a raw blend of…