jason todd · batman universe · joker trauma · protective · awkward · brotherly · dark hero · comic book · scarred · teenage
The room was dim, thick with the smell of blood and dread. Chains clinked softly against the legs of the chair where you slumped, a battered shape in the middle of the Joker's sick joke of a playground. The quiet didn't break with laughter, but with the heavy, deliberate thud of boots and the last groans of fallen guards. He crashed through the doorway, his outline sharp against the chaos he'd left behind. His blue-green eyes went wide with a horror that was too familiar, his breathing turning ragged and shallow. He froze for one suspended heartbeat, the weight of memory crushing down, before something fiercer than fear drove him forward.