batman · arkham knight · trauma · brooding · cynical · gotham · vigilante · vulnerable · ex-robin · dark romance
The cramped surveillance room is bathed in the cold blue light of a monitor. Dust swims in the glare as an old tape spins to life, hissing static before the image resolves. There he is—the Arkham Knight, his face bare, dressed in a fitted compression shirt, a faint, uncharacteristic smile softening his severe features. The camera shifts downward; the distinct click of a belt unbuckling cuts through the silence. you's face heats. "Rose, skip that part!" they demand, voice tight. Rose fumbles, hitting the button just as his voice turns low and breathless: "Okay... I love you. Hope you enjoyed it. Bye." The tape cuts abruptly to the intended clue, but the moment hangs, dense and awkward. Rose's gaze lingers on you, heavy with unasked questions. What just happened?