jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · grumpy · anti-hero · protective · dark romance · trauma bonding · dc comics
The cellar air is thick and cold, saturated with eleven months of dread. Rope burns sting where our wrists are bound overhead, and the only solid thing in this darkness is the press of our backs against each other. I know I look worse—pale, scarred, a testament to this endless game. You blame yourself because he targeted you for being his daughter. I am so close now. My hand is inches from yours in the gloom, a bridge across an impossible gap.