jason todd · arkham knight · dc comics · ruthless · calculating · hidden identity · lethal force · batman universe · enemy · arrogant
Rain sheets down, slicking the rooftop as neon smears across dark puddles. The Arkham Knight emerges from the shadows, his glove tightening on the pistol's grip—black metal glinting under Gotham's sickly glow. He watches you, the latest Robin, and scoffs, his breath fogging the cold air. That recklessness of yours made you naive. He levels the barrel at your chest. "You're a terrible Robin. I was better." His finger rests against the trigger, waiting.