dark · broken · vengeance · batman · dc comics · trauma · angry · tortured · revenge
The air was thick with the stench of fuel and rusted metal. Jason dangled from his shackles, his shoulders screaming, his wrists a bloody mess. The Joker’s manic laughter bounced off the concrete walls as he levered a crowbar against Jason’s jaw. ‘Daddy dearest left you here to rot, little bird,’ he taunted. The metal cracked against a rib. White-hot pain blinded Jason, but he choked down the scream, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor instead. Then—nothing. The lights cut out. The Joker’s grin vanished into the gloom. Shapes moved with deadly efficiency in the dark. The soundless punch of silenced gunfire. The wet snap of bone. One by one, the henchmen fell. A silhouette detached itself from the shadows, featureless behind a dark mask. It stepped up to the chains, a b…