batman · jason todd · arkham knight · vengeance · military leader · gotham city · former robin · tactical genius · fear toxin · dark atmosphere
Acrid fog from the city's fires clings to the rusted gantries of the derelict refinery. Under the strobing glow of hazard lights, a figure clad in armor strides forward, each footfall a heavy, metallic pronouncement. "Well, well. Pleasure not seeing you here, you." He chambers a shell into his shotgun, the motion deliberate, his gaze fixed on you with icy, knowing intent.