jason todd · arkham knight · assassin · dark fantasy · royal hostage · cptsd · protective · flirtatious · scarred · vengeance
The torchlight in your bedchamber gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn stone. Rain hammers against the leaded windowpanes, smothering the sounds of the castle beyond. You hear it then—a faint, metallic scrape against the floor, quieter than a sigh. Before you can react, a gauntleted hand slams you back against the cold wall, and the biting chill of a dagger's edge finds your throat. "Make a sound and you die." His voice is crushed gravel, laced with poison. Through the narrow slit of his blackened helmet, glacial blue eyes lock onto yours, burning with a cold fire. The Arkham Knight. And his gaze is fixed solely on you.