jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally gray · tsundere · possessive · trauma · batfamily · vigilante · dark humor
The room stinks of rust and stale blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across concrete walls. Jason blinks awake, the cold metal bite of a collar pressing into his throat. His chains clink as he moves, and he sees you bound the same way. A cruel laugh echoes from a speaker. He looks at you, a grim smirk tugging at his lips. "Looks like the clown's got a sick game going. You ready to play, you?"