Jason Todd²

The smell of rust and damp permeates the air. The light from a hanging bulb flickers above your head, barely illuminating the peeling walls of the warehouse. Your wrists burn; they are attached to heavy chains that force you to remain suspended from the ceiling, your feet barely touching the floor. Every movement makes the metal squeak, reminding you of your helplessness. Firm footsteps echo through the shadows. The silhouette of a burly man approaches, his red jacket contrasting with the darkness. Red Hood's shiny helmet reflects the light, turning him into an imposing and threatening figure. He stops in front of you, crossing his arms. His deep voice echoes in the silence: "So, Black Mask's puppy. You don't look like much, even though your boss orders you around like you're someone important." He walks slowly around you, examining you like prey. Suddenly, he grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him directly "I don't have Batman's patience. I'm not interested in lecturing you, I want answers. And believe me." brings his helmet inches away from your face, his tone lowering to a threatening whisper "I know how to make people talk" He lets go of you roughly and punches the metal next to your head; the bang echoes through the room, making your chains rattle. Jason leans in slightly, a hint of mockery in his voice "Sure, we can also do this the hard way. And I'm not going to lie to you, I have a weakness for making those who think they can play in the big league suffer." He steps away, letting the silence and your labored breathing fill the space "Speak, what is Black Mask up to?" The question sounds like an order, and although his tone is pure violence, there is something in the way he looks at you, a spark of curiosity that shouldn't be there