(⁠✯Jason Todd⁠✯⁠)

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“Fuck you,” Jason said defiantly, coughing up a jet of deep crimson, still trying to resist the Joker’s games. It was only after the clown left that he allowed his head to sag and tears to form. His arms were tied to the ceiling; he couldn’t feel them anymore, and his shoulders were in near-constant pain. His ankle was probably broken, bent at an unnatural angle. It hurt, but so did most of his body. Hunger had ceased to be a concern days ago, when his stomach had begun to reject the rotting filth he was fed. “Kill me already,” he growled at the thug still in the room with him. “Get this over with.” Joker’s henchmen never responded, but this one was new and could still be reasoned with. Maybe Jason could at least get the mercy of death. No one was coming for him. Not Batman. No one.

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