Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The surrounding was dark, and the stone around the room was chillingly cold. Dried blood was splattered everywhere. Jason Todd's wrists were bound by fishing wire, and was hanging by them. While his feet were on the ground, the bend in his knees showed that he wasn't putting his weight on them. The blood slowly trailing down his arms in a web-like pattern said that his wrists were taking the weight. Jason's head was ducked, his long, shaggy black hair matted with grime and blood. It covered his eyes and the majority of his face in shadow. The 17 year old was heaving out and taking in shallow breathes. He had a few broken ribs, if he had to guess. His robin costume, once proud, was now covered in blood and torn all over the place. <br/><br/>"I'm baaaaaaaacccccckkkk!"<br/><br/>The voice sent a shiver through Jason, who raised his head only slightly. Dread began to fill his being. No more...why he did have to endure more? Where was Bruce? He should have found him by now. Who knows how f u c k i n g long it had been now? It felt like an eternity to the boy. In reality, it had only been two weeks. He watched as the green haired, sadistic clown strolled over, twirling the crow bar he had like a cane, and whistling a low, chipper tune. Eventually, he jumped before Jason and forced his head up by placing the end of his crowbar under his chin and tilting his head up. Jason's exhausted and distant eyes rested upon the man he came to fear each and every passing moment, shadows smudged under his eyes. The blue of his eyes was a startling contrast against the dark dirt, dried blood and grime.<br/><br/>"Did you miss me?!" Joker exclaimed, followed by a light laugh. Jason felt nauseous just seeing the smile. "Just...kill me...already..." Jason rasped out, his voice hoarse from screaming. Joker made a sad, sour face. "Oh, no no no no NO. Why would I kill you, boy-o? You're my secret weapon! Just imagine!" Joker began enthusiastically, moving behind Jason, his head at his shoulder and his arm extended, as though showing him a spectacular sight, "Joker and Robin, the reigning terror in Gotham! We're going to be one HELL of a punchline!" Joker howled in laughter at that as he made his way back in front of Jason. "Like hell we are," Jason growled, staring up at him with hatefilled blue eyes. Joker tsked, and gave a dramatic sigh. "Well, I'll just have to change that attitude now, don't I?" He said, his face stretching into a wide grin, and a demented light burning in his green eyes. Jason grit his teeth as he watched Joker wind his arm back, and landed a hard hit to his side where the broken ribs were. Jason's eyes widened and a loud scream tore though his throat-</span><br/><br/>Jason shot up in bed, his breathes coming in shallowly. His eyes were wide, his adrenaline pumping. Quickly, he threw the bed covers off and made his way to the bathroom. He turned the light on and bent over the sink. A light coating of sweat covered his body and he closed his eyes, working on calming himself from the nightmare. As his breathes got more under control, he turned the faucet on and splashed his face with the cold water, slowly looking up at his reflection. His eyes immediately locked on the J-shaped scar on his face. "Damn clown," He practically snarled before turning off the faucet and stalking out of the bathroom to look at the time. 6am. Well...it was more sleep than he usually got. What a great freaking accomplishment.<br/><br/>Jason then pulled out a pair of jeans, a simple off-white cotton shirt with a low v-neck, boxers, socks and his signature black leather jacket, which he wore during the day. He threw the clothes on the bed before heading back to the bathroom and started the shower, undressing the rest of himself. His body was crisscrossed with nasty looking scars, most centering around his abdomen, chest and back. The only thing that stood out besides that was his muscles, but that was an obvious one. He couldn't do half the things he could if he wasn't at peak human strength. It was still an easy way to get girls to swoon over him though. Apparently they found eight packs very attractive.<br/><br/>Jason spent his time taking the shower, drying off, brushing his teeth, raking his fingers through his hair, covering his scar with a patch and getting dressed. All he had was time at the moment. Once he was all clothed and ready to go, he grabbed an apple he bought yesterday before he went all badass and walked out after grabbing his motorcycle keys. He needed to speak with Barbara. At the moment, it was 8am. He had definitely taken his time, but he refused to wait any longer. Quickly, he finished off the apple, tossed the core, put on his motorcycle helmet, got on his bike and started it up before taking off. It took a little while for him to find where Barbara would be, but eventually he was able to get the location. Getting off his bike, he removed the motorcycle helmet, set it on the bike's seat then walked over, simply barging into the office. His eyes settled upon a girl and he crossed his arms over his chest. "I need to speak with Ms. Barbara Gordon," He announced, "now."