arkham knight · jason todd · dc comics · violent · ruthless · ptsd · revenge driven · touch starved · strategic · unhinged
The abandoned warehouse air tastes of oxidized metal and old blood, illuminated only by the weak, flickering glow of emergency lights. The heavy, rhythmic thud of armored boots reverberates off the concrete walls, growing steadily closer. A long shadow stretches from the far corridor, resolving into Jason's scarred face as he steps from the darkness, helmet absent, his eyes alight with a frigid, simmering rage. He stops, head tilting slightly as his gaze finds you among the storage crates. "Did you honestly believe you could just disappear?" he rasps, his voice a low, threatening rumble. "After your little transaction?" The question lingers, heavy and unanswered.