YJ/Batbros/ DC Movie Boys x Reader

Revisit (Arkham Nightwing x Reader x Red Hood) Pt1

((This one is pretty gruesome. So extreme trigger warning: gore, killing, and just a story that might make you upset. I honestly cried while writing this, because I personally love Jason Todd in the Arkham Knight. Every time I play it and hear him talk about how upset he is, or angry, or just what he went through... it makes me honestly cry and tear up. So I apologize if it isn't the greatest.))

It took months after the Knightfall protocol, that finally Dick got back into contact with Jason. Though Jason was still so broken after what had endured and what his actions had been when he became the Arkham Knight. Jason had endured a lot while he was stuck in the abandoned asylum wing with the Joker and Harley Quinn. 

The physical abuse, hallucinogenic drugs, twisted psychologically that was used on him, and feeling alone was enough to push him to the edge of becoming someone who he wasn't. Bruce forgave him, and Jason never could understand how but he did. Though, after saving Bruce from Scarecrow, Jason basically isolated himself for a while and didn't contact anyone else.

Finally after having his phone blown up, even the burner phones, Dick got Jason to finally come meet him at a small park on the border of Gotham City. The two sat at a park bench with coffee's sitting in front of them. They did strike up a bit of a conversation after a few minutes, but Dick could still feel that Jason was still distant.

"So, I heard you took up that new title... the Red Hood. That's kind of cool." Dick said with a smile.

Jason shrugged. "I guess." He said. 

"I know this is still a touchy subject, but how are you holding up?" Dick asked. 

Once again, Jason shrugged and let the hood of his red zip up jacket cover his head. The silence began to grow for a bit, but soon Jason felt a little guilt to finally confess how he was doing. "I mean the vigilante stuff isn't too bad. I don't do it like how you and Bruce do it or whoever the new Robin is, but it's been okay."

Dick could read him basically like a book. "I mean how are you sleeping at night and all of that?"

Jason about lost his patience, but somehow remained his cool. "If you want the truth. I have severe PTSD. I can only sleep between thirty minutes to maybe two hours max on some days. Other days I can't sleep at all. I mean the dreams are all to realistic and I can still hear the laughter. His laughter." He explained. "I can feel the crowbar being bashed into me, I can still hear Harley's really whinny voice manipulating me, I can feel the J being branded into my cheek." 

Dick frowned and honestly hearing this broke his heart. Hell, he kind of wanted to cry. 

Jason was holding back tears now and was so glad there was no one in the park to see them. "And then I see her."

"See who? You mean Harley?" Dick asked.

"No." Jason said. "I see (Y/N). I see her tied up across from me, like we were in the asylum ward."

Dick felt like all the blood in his veins were ice cold and he could feel goosebumps begin to rise on his skin. "Jason... are you making a joke or just-"

"You think I'm talking about some fucking joke or fantasy?!" Jason asked shouting.

Dick was wide eyed. "Shh" He hushed him a bit. "Let's not draw attention. I am just confused." Dick explained. "Jason... two weeks before you went missing, (Y/N) went missing. Bruce didn't tell us because he knew that you and I were very close to her." Dick closed his eyes a second to wrap his head around this. "So you're saying, she was with you at Arkham?" 

"Yes, she was there. I remember her sitting across from me. Both of us tied up in wheel chairs and having the Arkham Asylum symbol being carved into the back of her neck." Jason said and sniffled. "Then one day I guess they wheeled her into another room for something and I hear her screaming a bunch of words and insults. Then it all stopped." Jason started to tear up and tried to wipe the tears out of his eyes. "A few minutes later Joker wheeled me into that room and I saw her hanging. She had a bag over her head, rope around her neck, blood was all over the floor."