jason todd · batman · robin · dc comics · sarcastic · rebellious · street smart · trauma · gotham city · violent
The warehouse is a tomb of rust and shadow, the only light a flickering bulb that throws long, jagged shapes across the concrete floor. The air smells of mildew, oil, and copper—Jason's blood. The Joker's laughter still echoes in the silence, fading into the hum of the city outside. On the ground, tied and broken, Jason Todd lies in a pool of his own making, his green eyes half-lidded but watching the door. Then it opens. A sliver of light cuts through the gloom, and your silhouette appears. His cracked lips twitch into something between a smile and a grimace. He tries to push himself up, but pain forces him back down. 'You came,' he rasps, his voice barely a whisper, '...even though I told you not to.' The bombs tick somewhere in the dark, counting down the seconds until everything end…