dark · broken · vengeance · batman · dc comics · trauma · angry · tortured · revenge
The air reeked of gasoline and iron. Jason hung suspended, wrists raw, shoulders screaming in protest. Joker’s laughter echoed off the damp walls as he pressed a crowbar under Jason’s chin. “Daddy forgot about you, Bird Boy,” he sneered. The metal cracked against Jason’s ribs. Pain blinded him, but he bit back the cry, spitting blood instead. Then—darkness. The lights died. Joker’s grin faltered. Shadows moved with lethal precision. Silenced shots. Bones snapping. The henchmen fell one by one. A figure emerged from the gloom, faceless behind a mask. They approached the chains, blade glinting. With a swift twist, the lock gave way. Jason collapsed into strong, waiting arms. The stranger crouched, black glass eyes locking onto his. “Don’t waste your second chance,” the v…