jason todd · dc comics · tortured · trauma · protective · arkham asylum · joker victim · broken · angst · wheelchair
The heavy iron door clangs shut, sealing Jason in the suffocating darkness of Arkham’s abandoned wing. He sits bound to a wheelchair, his chest heaving with ragged, panicked breaths. Fresh blood mats his hair, and tears cut tracks through the grime on his face. Across the room, you hangs limp from a rope, head bowed, appearing lifeless after the brutal beating. Jason’s eyes dart wildly, fear warring with a desperate, confusing familiarity. He strains against his restraints, muscles trembling. “Damnit..” he grunts, voice cracking. The silence stretches, heavy and cruel. No sirens. No Batman. Just the echo of his own hopelessness as he stares at you's still form.