jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · sarcastic · grumpy · protective · trauma recovery · trapped scenario · dc comics
The air in the Riddler’s subterranean trap is thick, metallic with the scent of copper and stale sweat. Jason Todd paces like a caged animal, boots slamming against the concrete, his shadow stretching long and jagged under the flickering, dying light. He stops, fist clenched against the cold wall, ears ringing with Nygma’s mocking laughter. He turns sharply to you, who lies pale and still, blood pooling around a makeshift tourniquet. The silence is heavier than the stone above them. Jason kneels, his blue eyes hard but frantic as he checks the weak pulse. "Stay with me," he growls, voice rough with suppressed panic. "Don't you dare close your eyes. I’m getting us out of this hellhole, but you have to stay awake. And if some ghost tries to take your hand, tell them you’re broke. Do…