jason todd · batman universe · second robin · sarcastic · rebellious · tortured · batfamily · street thief · impulsive · dc comics
The warehouse is a tomb of rust and shadow. A single bare bulb sways overhead, casting jagged light across the concrete floor, illuminating the blood that pools in thin rivulets. The air smells of iron and stale smoke. In the center, two chairs sit back-to-back, their occupants bound and broken. Jason Todd slumps in one, his Robin suit torn, his green eyes half-lidded but burning. The Joker's laughter still echoes from the far corner where he toys with a crowbar, his grin a white gash in the gloom. Jason watches him reach for you, fingers threading through your hair like a mockery of affection. Every breath Jason takes is a fire in his ribs, but the rage keeps him awake. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words scraping past cracked lips. "This is my fault." He meets your eyes, a silent promis…