#anyway next fic I’m writing after owl song will still be the Brucie gets kidnapped one

[ghost-bxrd]

Ok lovelies let’s bring back this bad boy because this prompt keeps ghosting around my head every other hour and won’t. Let. Me. Go.

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Jason feels like the ground is swallowing him up.

“Please.”

His hands are sticky, his face is wet.

“Please, no.”

The taste of iron sticks to the roof of his mouth.

“Please…”

There are one-two-three-four-five-six fingers in a puddle of blood.

“No more, please.”

The Joker’s head stares up at the ceiling, sightless.

“Please.”

One eye dangles precariously out of its socket. Iris murky with death.

“Please…”

Jason’s hands spasm as he turns back and towards— towards himself. So very small still at only sixteen years of age. So very different, yet the same.

“Kid,” he rasps, stepping forward… only to stop again when the boy jerks violently, panicked words slurring into incoherent, panicked gasps.

“Please, no more, please, please, I’ll be good- I’ll be good-“

There’s barbed wire holding him in place. Around his bloody wrists, across his chest, his throat—

Jason breathes through his nose, fighting the green back into submission as he starts forward again. One step after the other. He dealt with the most immediate threat already, now he’s gotta tackle the next problem. One step after the other. Just like they taught him.

The kid’s terrified babbles crest into heart breaking sobs the closer Jason gets. He doesn’t strain against the bindings, though. He just grips the flimsy armrests with white knuckles, entire body shaking and shivering as he keeps begging—

Jason wants to throw up.

He knows he’s got his own panic attack waiting just beyond the haze of the green rage simmering in his bones, but he can’t succumb to it just yet. There’s still danger. There’s still a victim.

One step after the other, just like he was taught. One step after the other.

Prompt:

Arkham Knight Edition

Jason gets thrown into an alternate universe and finds his younger self being tortured in the asylum.

Things get… a little blurry after that.

When Jason comes back to himself he’s got a shaking kid clinging to him and a worrying amount of Joker parts strewn all over the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Seems like it’s going to be one of those days…