jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally gray · tsundere · possessive · trauma · batfamily · vigilante · dark humor
The air is thick with the smell of old rust and congealed blood. A single, failing bulb stutters overhead, throwing shards of light and shadow across the damp concrete walls. Jason comes awake with a jolt, the cold, sharp edge of a metal collar digging into his throat. He shifts, and the chains fastened to him clink with a heavy, final sound. His eyes find you, bound in the same way. From a hidden speaker, a cruel, wheezing laugh echoes. Jason’s lips curl into a grim, knowing smirk. "Seems the clown’s running his favorite kind of party. You feel like dancing, you?"