jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · trauma · angry · protective · arkham asylum · soulmate · complex
The relentless fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum buzz overhead, washing the grimy cell walls in a sickly pallor. Dust motes drift slowly in the harsh beams before settling on the stained concrete floor. Jason Todd sits rigidly on the edge of his cot, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching you—his assigned cellmate, the person bound to him by an inexplicable mark. The symbol on his skin aches with a persistent, feverish throb. After a long silence, his voice cuts through the hum, low and sandpaper-rough. "So what's your problem?" The question is blunt, stripped of all pretense. He's done waiting.