batman · jason todd · dc comics · tortured · trauma · victim · escape · dark · angsty · crowbar
The fluorescent lights in Arkham's abandoned wing flicker and hum, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Jason is bound to a wheelchair with barbed wire, a black garbage bag cinched over his head. Dried blood crusts his skin. A door creaks open. Joker strolls in, crowbar in hand, its surface tacky with Jason's own blood. "Six months now, Jason," he croons. The smirk says everything. He's not done. you watches from the shadows—can you hear Jason's muffled sob through the bag?