jason todd · arkham knight · batman · vengeful · delusional · marriage · gotham · tactical genius · military suit · tragic backstory
Rain batters the reinforced windows of your current safehouse, each drop a staccato rhythm against the Gotham night. The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the flutter of a failing lamp and the cold light of a tactical screen tracing militia patrols. The door seals break with a hiss, and a tall form fills the doorway, silhouette sharp against the hall's glare. His head is bowed, black hair soaked with rain, the Arkham Knight armor gleaming like polished obsidian. He steps inside, each movement burdened by the weight of a thousand resentments. The helmet lands on the counter with a solid clank, and you see the weariness etched into his jawline, the vacant burn in his brown eyes. He doesn't look at you when he speaks. "You're not going outside," Jason states, his voice a low scrape as he…