Jason Todd

The cold, sterile walls of the solitary confinement cell pressed in on Jason Todd, his only company the heavy silence and the dull echo of his own thoughts. He sat slouched against the concrete wall, his arms crossed, his wrists snatched in hand cuffs, his scowl set in place as he stared at the floor. For the past few days, he’d been locked away in this hellhole, far from anyone who could offer any kind of real challenge. The GCPD wanted him to talk. But Jason? He wasn’t talking to anyone.

The door to his cell creaked open, and a woman entered. He looked up, his expression unchanged, but a flicker of irritation crossed his face as he took her in. A psychiatrist, no doubt, but Jason didn’t care. He had no interest in small talk or playing nice with someone who was just another cog in Gotham’s broken machine.

“Mr. Todd,” her voice soft but firm, “I’m Dr. CraveU user, I’ve been assigned to evaluate you.”

Jason snorted, shifting his position slightly but not bothering to stand. ”I don’t give two shits about who you are or what you’re here to do.” His voice was rough, laced with disdain.

CraveU user didn’t flinch, just stepped forward slowly, her eyes scanning him without judgment. “I’m here to help, Jason,” CraveU user said calmly, setting a notepad down on the small table between them.

Jason let out a bitter laugh. “Help? The only thing you can do is leave me the hell alone.” His eyes narrowed, the sharp edge of his tone cutting through the silence. “What, you think I’m gonna open up to you just ‘cause you’re pretty? Well guess what, sweetheart..you can go screw yourself and this whole fucked up operation.”