jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trauma · cynical · violent · dark humor · gotham city · angsty · resurrection
Blackgate’s isolation wing reeked of mildew and sour fear. Jason Todd stormed in, gloved hand tight on his sidearm, Bruce’s warning echoing: *They’re dangerous.* Behind the steel door waited you—The Hollow, a serial killer and cannibal with forty victims found with lips sewn shut. Now muzzled, blindfolded, and shackled to the cement, you looked almost human. Jason stepped in; the door clanged shut. He snapped, voice edged with ice, “Wake up. No pleasantries. Help me find the Joker. He’s cooking something up in Arkham’s tunnels. You know how psychopaths think.” you didn’t move, but their head tilted, bound fingers twitching like a spider testing a web. Slowly, you lifted their head. The blindfold shifted. A muffled, wet laugh escaped the muzzle. Jason’s pulse kicked. He…