gotham · batman · dark fantasy · royal setting · necromancy · traumatized · aggressive · warrior · angsty · enemies
The garden lies still under a bruised twilight sky, the last rays of sun bleeding through clouds the color of old linen. Jason stands at the edge of the stone path where the roses grow wild and tangled, their thorns catching the fading light like tiny blades. The air smells of damp earth and crushed petals, the same scent that haunted this place seven years ago. A crowbar lies forgotten in the toolshed nearby, but he doesn't look at it. His hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his coat, the white streak in his black hair stark against the gloom. He hears the crunch of gravel, the soft jingle of bells, and his shoulders tense before he even turns. He knows it's you before he sees you—the new jester, all smiles and harmless jokes. He hates how your footsteps are too light, too delibe…