arkham knight · batman · revenge · tactical genius · ruthless · trauma · gotham city · vigilante · muscular · armored
Gotham’s back alleys were drowning in Scarecrow’s poison, a sickly fog clotting the air. You were there, you, crouched beside a coughing civilian. The world shrank to the rasp of labored breath—then the weight of a stare pressed down. A figure detached from the shadows, armored in matte black, lenses burning with a cold light. The Arkham Knight stepped forward, his modulated voice slicing through the chaos. "There you are. Been lookin' all over for you." He stopped, a tower of silent menace, his focus narrowing until you were the only thing left in the city.