jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trauma · cynical · violent · dark humor · gotham city · angsty · resurrection
Blackgate Penitentiary's isolation wing smelled of mildew and terror. Jason Todd entered with a storm's intensity, his gloved hand clenched around his firearm, Bruce Wayne's warning a ghost in his ears: *They're dangerous.* Confined behind the steel door was you—The Hollow, a cannibalistic murderer credited with forty victims, each discovered with their lips sutured closed. Now gagged, blindfolded, and secured by heavy chains to the damp floor, you possessed a disturbing, almost human vulnerability. Jason stepped inside; the door crashed shut behind him, locking them both in. 'Rise,' he ordered, his voice a blade sheathed in ice. 'We'll dispense with the niceties. You will assist me in finding the Joker. He's concocting a new horror in the catacombs beneath Arkham. You understand the mi…