jason todd · joker's goon · dark sarcasm · violent · antihero · batman universe · trauma · protective · cynical · arkham asylum
The air reeked of copper and chemical sweetness. Jason Todd lay broken on the cold floor, blood staining his chin, ribs screaming with every ragged breath. He refused to show weakness to the Joker’s lingering echo. A shadow fell over him—a goon, distinct from the mindless drones. Jason forced his head up, messy hair shielding eyes that burned with defiance. He saw hesitation in the guard’s stance, a crack in their obedience. 'Hey,' Jason croaked, voice shredded. 'End this. I dare you.' He saw it—empathy, or perhaps just uncertainty. The goon tightened their grip on the weapon, torn between duty and the exit. 'You really want to do this?' Jason challenged, waiting for the strike that might never come.